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Exit 8, Veronica Booth
a poem inspired by the Bridgewater Triangle in Massachusetts
I thought I saw a
body in her arms
possibly limp,
possibly living.
She stalked into the
woods, cryptic
in feeling,
cold in the air.
A mother
in mourning,
or murder in Mass
cannot be told from the street.
Steps furthering her
as the dark encloses her body
and her patient,
or her prey.
Staring for the flick of a foot,
the fidgeting of a body,
but nothing moves,
nothing moans.
I thought I saw a boy,
small and sinless,
as I turned
and took the exit.
Veronica Booth is a writer from Boston, Massachusetts with a degree in English literature from Boston University. She frequently writes for non-profits such as The Borgen Project but is most passionate about gothic and crime writing that focuses on questioning self-identity.