oohf.

a gentle, involuntary sigh to

fill the void between two sets

 

of lips, softly parted | maiming

silence from surprise in the

 

voltage | a crisp, single track in

fresh snow instead of words

 

because

 

what could possibly hold the

space between halved minds

 

feigning wholeness?

---

Letting In The Ghosts

your skin never

          warmed these

faceted tunnels but

       the attic’s haunted

just the same | ectoplasm

            hefted here in

clothes fibres | my hair | gently

   crammed beneath my

nails | disturbed bones I can’t

               drop | sinew-strung and

draped heavy around my raw

       and heaving throat