I carry a coat
Filled with my past
Its has old notes
Scrawled across like signatures on a cast
I have spirits living in the pockets
Demons sinking in through moth eaten holes
They whisper your name in sonnets
Convey and disclose
This cloak
Is ancient
Is heavy
The apparitions do nothing but reminisce
Mummi despised
wearing clothing belonging to the deceased
“It is bad luck to not let bhoots subside”
She spoke at me
Rather than directly to her beti
But what of the ghosts I am forced to wear mother?
When will they leave?
Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 2:29 AM UTC
I carry a coat
Filled with my past
Its has old notes
Scrawled across like signatures on a cast
I have spirits living in the pockets
Demons sinking in through moth eaten holes
They whisper your name in sonnets
Convey and disclose
This cloak
Is ancient
Is heavy
The apparitions do nothing but reminisce
Mummi despised
wearing clothing belonging to the deceased
“It is bad luck to not let bhoots subside”
She spoke at me
Rather than directly to her beti
But what of the ghosts I am forced to wear mother?
When will they leave?
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