some dead.
just the ghost of a dead.


All they want is to just lie down with you, you lie down and they lie in your body. They learn to clench their fingers in time with yours, to stare at the dawn colored ceiling as you do. The sound you make inside your mouth is like a heat inside theirs. They are shaking with the sound of you, the bouncing of your bloodbeat, they raise their chest slow , slow like blue noise coming down the winding of the stairs, wherever there is lonely.

These dead have eyes like the morning moon, you were the most beautiful mirror ever made; wherever there is lonely, there is only you to them. Place them in the light of the window and proceed about the day.






















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