He was young
six years old
when he told his mother
he dreamed each day
before it happened.
Then the red strings
he saw between people
a thousand connected knots
like an invisible nest.
The ghost didn’t scare him
but he shouldn’t have told
his mother
she looked chilled
and didn’t say a word.
He was young
eight years old
when she reminded him
for the last time
not to act
so strange
and then she fed him
raw
to the world.