Revenant of my mind
Lurking in the rotten hollows etched in my memory of a rainy day
Tripwire strung through my subconscious
The taste of coffee in my mouth
Warmth in my hands,
white steam and cold air.
You rise from the dead
turn it to ash
howl into the void
claw with dead broken fingers
as I suffocate the though of you
and take another sip