obstinate ghosts in creaking rooms.

burgeoning in spaces of quiet provocation.

a staggering spin of sawdust choking down a bad wrap,

licking it's dry lips, seedy tongued.                                                  

sighi­ng deeply////but not                                                              ­                    

giving in.                                                                  ­                           

atrocities unforgiven.                                                      ­           
             
your history housed                                        
            
                                           in scars undeparting.                  .