Ghosts I think
must be hard pressed
to hold themselves
together
in the vorticity of
the night
even I
walking into the
dark
feel the tug of all
my pieces
drifting outwards
I cross my arms for
safety
still my breath
and go haunting into the spin
of the thinning
atmosphere
of the evening
Lovely, Mikaela.
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ReplyDeletelovely and very touching, Mikaela
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