seriousness of condition.

When I saw it I think my heart stopped beating
For a second,
My face was warm; heart rattled.
I saw a ghost.

These little treasures are no comparison
To a warm body,
To a friendly smile.
I saw a ghost.

Is it easy for you?
Holding a glass over the flame,
I’m burnt out.
I should be done by now.

We’re all speaking with borrowed words,
But you can’t plagiarize my mind.
Stuck in this salty aquarium-
I swear I’m not a clockwise pessimist.

You think I’d be done by now.
Seeing all these ghosts of Christmas past.
You should get it framed.
I should run away.

I’m some kind of monster.

 

M.

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Mandy Joy Poole View All →

Writer and photographer from remote Labrador, Canada. Just another cold Labradorian chillin' in the Big Land. Can most likely be found walking my dog Grace or behind an iMac screen slowly taking over the interwebs.

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