Ghostsssss
Feeding the touch apon my shoulders,smearing across the spine.
Holding the head titled sideways,bones crittling so fine.
Hands as cold as ice,leaning on the back end of the staircase.
Gust of wind,shipping itself in one direction,towards my face.
Grabbing my chest intensively,closening my eyes in a bolderst plea.
Light fixtures ,inwards like an open cavern,shifted me off my feet.
Flying me in measures of stars,pulling my body slow.
Deepest breaths,gasping for air ,stars as bright as gold.
Noises ever so slightly,moveing towards the side of my ears.
Waiting still so patiently,now the ghost are here.
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