Ghosts don’t need bodies

Shaking from anger and coffee
As feathers fill my skull
Dark and moist
Threading my teeth through the open flesh
Trying to hold it together
Before it reaches the muscle
Before it shatters inwards

Can’t draw a straight line
Unless I’m falling
The ice hasn’t covered the creek where we swam yet
And nothing can paint over the despair these thoughts bring
That of her voice warming somebody else’s ears

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