Ghost Girl

by on September 6, 2021 :: 0 comments

confessions of love
in funky kerning
lilt down her chin

drip
between her breasts
onto his face
into his eyes
his ears

his mind
body
soul
enamored now
in her pyrite words

too lost
in heated frenzy
of bodies entwined
to notice the sting
of a sinking
blade

until he becomes
nothing more
than another ghost
in her collection

editors note:

From tryst to trophy in one stroke. Beware! – mh clay

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