the blur of back then
old haunt of mine
immanent
keeps me in my place
feeds me images
a fate grim

it ceases
little
pill that poisons still

specter
black nectar sweet **** bloom
mouths its charms of harm with
a flick-a-the wrist

take this life
and cut your risks
watch consequence bleed

it feeds

doer of no things
charred holes in
memory

maybe i am
not blood and bone
but props to mold

yet

footsteps
push through it
somehow

walker of me
footsteps not my own
pushes through hard times
concrete wave after wave
the ebb
usurping the flow

the haunt the haunt

you're nothing
you're nobody
you are history

and then

a break
a clearing in the brood

creature
beast of burden
shone

pigeon
humble beginning
of unlikely starry constellation
leading me to

girl in the park
that took the clench
inside my chest
spreading its five wings

spell no more
white-knuckled hell flush again

lifted
space provided
winged

stone turned over
inner-whorl from bud sprung
i have my feet under me

memory
of you walking me through it
hand in wing