Dear, Elsie.
You left me with a curse.
I understand you had to leave,
we had no time to converse.

I've tried so hard
to doubtlessly believe
That there's a heaven above me
And a hell at my feet.

I've inhaled the smoke,
I've drank the fire.
I've done everything I can
to take me higher.

Mother, I'm not sure
That I'm complete.
I'm convinced that you can see.
With buried eyes, the ghosts in me.