Memories Haunt
A tuck,
a fold
beneath the sheets
of the ghost
that holds my mind.
A toss,
a turn
under what covers me,
colors me the same
shade of white.
A rock,
a gasp
of wind
that steals my breath,
beneath the weight of dreams.
A chill,
a sweat
within the touch
of the danger
lying next to me.
A scream,
a silence
that hushes me awake,
flushes me red.
A toss,
a turn,
a kick
to the ghost
that holds me tight.
A tuck,
a fold
within
the edges of my mind.
A crease,
a drop,
a stain
of blood already drained.
A snip,
a stitch
into the seams of darkness.
A rise,
a fall
of another day,
another year gone by.
A shovel,
a hoe
to dig the grave
and bury my ghost
deep within my mind.
A paper,
a pen
to write his name,
then color it blank.
A gasp,
a cough
to clear the air
so I can breath again.
A glance,
a stare
he's still here.
A tuck,
a fold,
a toss,
a turn
beneath the sheets
of the ghost that holds my mind.
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