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Their howls echo under softened wood
With each footstep
I tread replies across their lips.
These are the ghosts that thread
their words around my thighs
Each whisper curls
a sigh
over my ribs.
They press hushed lips
against my curved and naked skull
made hollow in the creeping twilit light
and I listen, helpless
to their sorrowed screams -
they sink underneath,
a forgotten dream at night.
With each footstep
I tread replies across their lips.
These are the ghosts that thread
their words around my thighs
Each whisper curls
a sigh
over my ribs.
They press hushed lips
against my curved and naked skull
made hollow in the creeping twilit light
and I listen, helpless
to their sorrowed screams -
they sink underneath,
a forgotten dream at night.
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How it feels to hear voices. When I was deluded, I would hear messages from under the floor. Sometimes I still catch myself listening for them.
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These are the ghosts that thread
their words around my thighs
Each whisper curls
a sigh
over my ribs.
These lines are gorgeous imagery, giving me chills at my spine. Wonderfully done.
their words around my thighs
Each whisper curls
a sigh
over my ribs.
These lines are gorgeous imagery, giving me chills at my spine. Wonderfully done.