Monday, November 24, 2014

ghost selves

sometimes i'll write things
in the dead of night
that i won't remember
in the morning

ghost selves
sit on
ghost shelves
in my mind

begging me
to dust them off
and read what i have
done

but i'm afraid
of what the darkness
has stirred up
in me

i'm concerned 
for my sanity

if i give legitimacy
to the moon's whispers

what will the sun
say to me?

(know)



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