Thursday

Ghosts

It was the punctuation of your heart
That set you apart
From the others.
The brackets;
Open, not closed,
That separated us from everybody else.
I hid inside you.

Your name was branded on me,
A ghost tattoo decorating my skin.
You dangled the bait;
I bit.
Your scent a whisper on the lips of loss.
And then, and then.
You flee. 

5 comments:

  1. i LOVE this :)

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  2. this one is very good :D

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  3. wow I love this, it's really great!

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  4. fantastic.
    -steve
    (strangersmerge)

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