Skybones and Silence

I saw you today — or maybe I didn’t — maybe it was just a bird,

or maybe the sky cracking open, stretching its yawning mouth,

spitting out light, spitting out the last place you stood,

but not spitting back at you. You always said the sky was a door, not a roof,

a soft thing, a stitched thing, a thing with seams

you could slip through if you knew how.

I didn’t know how.

You did so. And then —

gone.

Did you go up? Did you fall up instead of down?

Did the wind pull you by your wrists, whisper

come, come, the ground is too heavy, the ground is too slow?

Or did you just — let go?

Even though I yelled your name, my voice was filled with echoes, full of saltwind, full of nothing, full of the way

things stop existing the second you blink.

And I blinked.

And now you are skystuff,

cloud-threaded, feather-warm, stitched into the sun’s ribs.

I waited for something —

a sign, a shadow, a dropped feather,

but the sky is greedy and keeps what it takes.

Greed never appealed to you. Are you fighting it?

Are you still you?

Or did the sky eat you up,

bones and laughter and all,

until you were nothing but hush,

nothing but flight,

nothing but a bird too far gone to call home?

Maybe I should open my hands.

Maybe I should fall up too.

If anything it’s more intense!

In my teens and 20s, I had thought myself to be in love, it was infatuation and lust.

But at 53, when I fell head over heels for my man it was all consuming, so deep that we could be in the same room as one another and know what one another was thinking. My skin glowed, my eyes sparkled, my aches and pains were lessened, I felt like I was walking on air with a new spring in my step. Everyone commented on how much they could tell I was in love and I had no qualms about proclaiming to him that I thought I was falling for him, within a week of meeting again after our initial meet up for a coffee. (he had been a friend of my brother in the 70s) His reply?

‘Too late…I’m already there!’

We have never looked back, he is my soul mate, I have never had this much affinity with anyone in my life. I have never felt this intensely for someone (other than after the birth of my daughters but that’s a different love) and I hope it lasts until the day we die.

Ghost no as far as I know, since emotions are something you experience and not control in the void. Demons yes. Though there are different understanding of them.

Ghosts can just make the room cold. Demons can make the room cold and warm. Also a ghost feels more like a product of electromagnetic energy, while a demon harnesses it. Though both need electromagnetic energy to manifest.

A demon will usually just borrow energy from the consumer unit when it arrives. People usually associate flickering light bulbs for example with a ghost, but ghosts are not able directly interfere with the electromagnetic field. They just feed of it a bit like a plant feeds of fertilizer without knowing its doing it.

Demons are usually associated with bad things. Most demons are not very sociable and some can gain pleasure from human misfortune, but usually its more like I told you, that would happen if you did that.

In my view demons have been around for a very long time, long before the dinosaurs even. They are roaming spirit who are a bit like us, who don’t really seek to create a home anywhere. When we die we go into the void where we remain as ghosts till we get bored and find another host.

People think of demons gaining control over someone, like its some external supernatural power, when most of the time its more like a maggot taking hold in an infected wound. If the spirit controlling the host is insane or simply depressed, the host loses its protection.