taking shots of herbal tea
to substantially swallow the floodgates of my thoughts
it had been six months with no word
and i hadn't spoken either
my mouth was a hotel for ghosts
that would float up to my brain and create a resort
the memories of you playing on a 36mm reel over and over

until throwing up wouldn't even purge you out of my system.

finally using your brain you spoke up
and the ghosts vanished.
you are quite the intuitive ghost.

stab my brain with the hope you will be back
the pain increases as responses grow weary,
and your fear swallows your intuitive mind once again.

its a shame to know what you want, ghost:
and never actually go for it.

and that is the true battle.