seeping, weeping ghosts,
ghouls of my memories
they rise like steam,
they float like dust-motes
through my mind,
unwanted, waving my hands through
their vapor-trails,
the forms form cohesive intent
as if sent
to haunt me and relive
in my minds eye,
the landscape of my heart
ices over with their
ghastly fingers,
a shake and a cry
for escape
breathes the ghosts from the backs
of my teeth
and the pleading tangles
with dreams of
all the devils in me.

03/09/2012

Posted on 03/10/2012
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