Friday, March 28, 2008

Ghosts

I smell your ghost
A shard
or a maybe splinter
expands under the skin
hairsbreadth bruise

It passes
I walk on
Old stars, new night
Arms greet me
hold me
in it.

Posted by The Ghost Eater at 12:26 am

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