Quite a Knack
i remember you fondly as the one
who put me in my place, took the
time, decorated my face- spit & shine.
father lord god almighty, coming in
my dreams, ripped at the seams-
you are my protector & my destroyer.
i see you all the time, peering through
glass & flesh, can't help but lose
track, every attack, i had quite a
knack. knocking is for real men,
ghosts slide right through, ripping
holes in the night, nothing better to do.
Copyright © Rachel Hart | Year Posted 2010
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