The Hungry Ghosts

SerenWise

Remembering the prickling

On my skin

A shallow cut,

Just deep enough

To produce such lustrous

Crimson beads,

Reminding me

That some part still lives -

Though I feel restless

As a starving ghost.

Des phantomes en ultraviolet.

  • Author: SerenWise (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 19th, 2019 20:52
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  • Amherrera1190

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