fluttering
Her soul floating
Somewhere in the
Fog of mediocracy
Jumping across fire
Escapes always
5 alarm fires
Racing hot
Roaring
Sensory overload
Swaddle in sheets of
White cocooned
Don’t turn on the
News
No news
She/I can’t hear
News like glass
Shower doors
Exploding
Glittering
All the while
Cutting little
Pieces fluttering
Against the candle
Warm lite
Hope in the shape
Hummingbird shadow
Quietly at rest
There are ghosts
There are ghosts
On these pages
Rattling my bones white
Exposing Tell Tell hearts
There are ghosts
On these pages
Dodging & Spiking
Black ink nails
Picking seeds between
My teeth on railroad tracks
There are ghosts
On these pages
Too hot smoldering
Broken hearts
There are ghosts
On these pages
I can’t keep my
Balance anymore
what were you dreaming?
Dawn drains deeply
night darkness
Pink light
paints picture
perfect pursed
lips lying
softly next to me
White cloud sheets
Sculpt curves
of your bones
Barely visible
Beneath
My
Hot
Longing
Lingering
Gaze
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