in the penumbra of another
i see a great many ghosts
shambling and contorted
their flesh former, their dirt present
they whisper and twist
they shiver and wish
that the hazy ziggurant
would grant them peace
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RandomA mess of stuff that won't fit elsewhere. Some are pretty absurdist, no direct continuity unless stated (doubtful on that, these are meant to be one-off poems/stories). I like to explore different styles of writing in small works like this, so some...
