Duppy Stories

“Ghost”, “spirits”;
the dearly departed.
“Duppy” is the word I grew up with.
It’s an island thing.
For the longest time,
I used to sleep with
the covers over my head,
no matter how hot it was
or how much I was sweating,
I could not get
those “duppy stories” out of my head.

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