The Ghosts Have Forgotten They are Dead
It’s why they coerce me to let go of
every nightmare I attempt to reiterate
as it rests languidly on my tongue
A temporary matrimony, my nonsense
brain bullying me into agreement
with a hypodermic needle to my ventricle
But I am more than six feet under, the crows
already dancing on my soul
It’s just a matter of time before they remember
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