Ghost

In prickled goosebumps

you linger like a paper-cut

rosy raw

embedded within my skin

pores bleeding sin,

and like summer,

a warm coastal breeze

your ghost pulls me tightly

squeezes me breathless

until all that is left

is a dark red stain

upon my left breast

the clotted remains

of a heart taken captive.

 

 

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