Ellie belfiglio

When I hear this sound that awakens me, intimidating its way into my cloistered night, I write…

“I WAS A GHOST”

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The mirror was dirty behind the bathroom-

Door. I took a wet cloth to the

Dirty mirror and was swallowed. I had

Fallen into a boxed mirror. I stood up to

find three of me standing but one-

Sitting with her head in her hands. I

Looked down at her, get up, get up.

I bent to my knees to reach for her-

Hands. I felt her cold tears-

Harden onto my skin.I was a ghost-

That had relived a failure!! …

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EB

 

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Author: elliebelfiglio

I am a professor, a poet, an author, and an immigrant. I am the survival of many political and economical hardship. As a political immigrant, it took me a long time to master the English language and to come to terms that I can never see my family again. "THE PARTING FROM MY FAMILY WAS THE BEGINNING OF A FRIENDSHIP THAN THE END OF OUR FRIDAYS!" My autobiography, "THE RAIN STOPS IN TEXAS" was published in 1997 by Eakin Press. It can be found in Amazon. As Ernest Hemingway says, write about something you know, most of my novels are about cultural difference of the old and new and American style of living compare to my home country. My poetry are in all forms. I write as they come to me. My first draft is always my last draft. "THIS IS MY WORLD, WELCOME!" "THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE!"

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