Mar 2011
my heart is a ghost
creaking
invisibly
trailing
posterior
fluttering
its
eyelashes
on my neck
hurry (!) a glimpse behind ---
nothing. cracked hardwood & a shadowysortofsorrow.
creaking
invisibly
trailing
posterior
fluttering
its
eyelashes
on my neck
hurry (!) a glimpse behind ---
nothing. cracked hardwood & a shadowysortofsorrow.
