You wrapped up my ghosts
in ziplock bags
and tucked them into boxes
without warning.
I thought you would treat them
with more respect
but how could I not see
that you drown me
daily
with blindness
and honey.
I see nothing now.
The night is the day.
I write to escape
the eyes on me.

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Christina Strigas

Christina Strigas is a poet and author. She has self-published three poetry books and is a writer for MuseItUp Publishing. She is currently working on publishing a romantic novel. Her website is www.christinastrigas.com. All her books can be purchased at all on-line bookstores. She is a graduate of English Literature from Concordia University. She lives in Montreal, Quebec with her husband and two children.

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