Swallowing Ghosts

Guess I’ll never know what I meant to you
This year’s been lonely but at least it’s through
I’ll write a letter to my former self
Dear sad ghost, why’d you put your heart on the shelf?

~*~

I got this far past my captivity only to disappear

Capturing the moments with a scratched mirror

Impropriety plucks my nerves like piano strings

But the song turns out to be of drunken kerosene

I didn’t need another affliction to weigh my abyss

Missing out in stilted fabrications and vixen trysts

The apparition pilfers me on a diamond glass heist

Mine vicarious propinquity was nothing but ire lies.

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