summonings

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ghosts breathe in

the empty space

that separates us                       silence

screams

desperate to be heard                          fingers

cold and bloody

undeserving of a touch                               ghosts

attend my funeral and you turn to dust

with a graze of my hand

i am (en)lightened

bodies curved parenthetically

disturbed of the disturber

ghosts come out of me

when i look in the mirror 

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