Like fake ghosts enveloped in Saran wrap
These disconnected spectres
Exist
But a little to the left
Watching
Tasting
Feeling
Through peripheral exclusively
A presence so delicate
The fibers of the fabric might begin to deteriorate
With just one touch
It only takes a single word to threaten the structural integrity of even the most sound disguises
The facade becomes known
Falling quickly behind a fading whisper
They dissipate
After all
Sheets are just sheets
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A Collection of Thoughts
PoetryA collection of mostly free verse poems and short stories. Sometimes it is nice to simply clear your head. *Trigger warnings: descriptions of disturbing themes such as: body horror, death, interactions with the uncanny, topics in biology, and suici...
