harbinger
where there should be eyes
only absent gulleys
where salt water runs
like milk and honey
hallowed ground
where chest cavern
lies bare
there was never
a burial
for this grief carried
no lilies arranged
wake, summoned
dirge sung
or throaty wails
the haint walks
still
amongst the dead
that forgot to stay
alive
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Yes, the ghost in my house must be fighting against death…
chills…….