Dear Emily Dickinson

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Dear Emily Dickinson,

Most of what I know of you is haunted and that’s not fair. I have made you a specter in my head, the lady in white, the woman in the attic, the one I write letters to only to seal them in wax and set them on fire under the morning’s light. You were my introduction to the haunted house, the poison garden, the sound of pen on paper, and when I find myself wrapped in silence, stuck between this word and the next, I feel you behind me, your hand on my shoulder, the whisper of spirit and eternity tickling the nape of my neck.

I, too, grew up liking a look of agony. There’s something about tortured eyes that I find quite beautiful. Perhaps it’s the soul leaking out of the body, those brief moments of pain and memory interlocking to form a picture of the past. It’s why I prefer conversations by candlelight, secrets shared in dim rooms filled with soft music and served alongside tea. People are more fascinating in the dark because their shadows don’t have to hide. There’s a rawness present, a slice made in the veil.

You could not stop for death, and yet despite its hand, you remain alive in flowers, in dashes, in forgotten notes and tucked away promises...

It’s snowing as I write this, the roads covered in white blankets and sheets of ice. I tend to read your poems when frost taps on my window, their palette cold, their breath a welcomed chill, and I often picture a locked door in an endless hallway, a skeleton key buried beneath the skin of my palm. You are forgiveness and hope, a pool of absence, the sound of a bell, and when I walk through the cemetery, contemplating the distance the dead have traveled, I think of white coffins and turtledoves, the way “called back” was etched on your tombstone, your name a piece of mythology, a talisman, a feather falling from a storm-soaked sky.

Sometimes in the evening, I like to sew flower petals together, soak herbs in moon water and quartz. You adored nature, and I wish I had followed your path earlier in life, taking careful note of each blossom, caring for every bud, but I was a child when I saw my first ghost, her presence something I carry with me now in mirrors and silver spoons. She paces near my vanity, her black veil an attempt to hide the history in her bones, but I know what it means to be buried, to fold myself into closets and drawers, to conceal myself in sideway glances and second guesses. For a long time, I didn’t grow, my neck snapped, my legs broken, the woman’s presence a constant as she protected me from crueler fates like bleeding hearts and ruptured identities.

My grave became my cottage and I hardly left. Even now—especially now—the house is both tomb and sanctuary, the outside world a collection of disease that calls for more than one kind of mask. I gave up on people, slipped into the shadows as nothing but a name. I whispered through doors, waved through fogged glass, my silhouette a moving target rarely seen but impossible to ignore. Have I become the ghost that haunts these alabaster chambers? The one who peels wallpaper from the ceiling, creates portals from the holes in my body? I am an amalgamation of alchemy and curses, my sight aligned with the buzzing of a fly that’s trapped between the window panes, each movement a waltz, the sound of a black carriage wheezing as it arrives.

But you could not stop for death, and yet despite its hand, you remain alive in flowers, in dashes, in forgotten notes and tucked away promises, black cakes and cherry blossoms, in the quiet rituals that accompany true friendship. I think of you often, classic and chic, your eyes alight with the wonderment and science of the world around you. When summer comes, I’ll hear you in the creek, feel you in the dandelions and the jasmine-scented breeze, but for now, I’ll make snow angels on the roof, slip messages under the door, the bite of winter a welcomed pain because it lets me know I’m alive.


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Stephanie M. Wytovich, MFA

Column by Stephanie M. Wytovich, MFA

Stephanie M. Wytovich is an American poet, novelist, and essayist. Her work has been showcased in numerous venues such as Weird Tales, Gutted: Beautiful Horror Stories, Fantastic Tales of Terror, Year's Best Hardcore Horror: Volume 2, The Best Horror of the Year: Volume 8, as well as many others.

Wytovich is the Poetry Editor for Raw Dog Screaming Press, an adjunct at Western Connecticut State University, Southern New Hampshire University, and Point Park University, and a mentor with Crystal Lake Publishing. She is a member of the Science Fiction Poetry Association, an active member of the Horror Writers Association, and a graduate of Seton Hill University’s MFA program for Writing Popular Fiction. Her Bram Stoker Award-winning poetry collection, Brothel, earned a home with Raw Dog Screaming Press alongside Hysteria: A Collection of Madness, Mourning Jewelry, An Exorcism of Angels, Sheet Music to My Acoustic Nightmare, and most recently, The Apocalyptic Mannequin. Her debut novel, The Eighth, is published with Dark Regions Press.

Follow Wytovich on her blog at stephaniewytovich.blogspot and on twitter @SWytovich. 

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