The Indwellers
The apartment leaks footsteps.
Ghosts avoid their featherlight padding.
They dwell in the fabric and pith,
teaching the walls to speak;
fragmented recordings
always threatening to utter
something intelligible.
Who are they, what are they?
Such questions
only arise under closed eyes.
They abide
they arrange and restore
whatever you thought was yours
as you dream of being real.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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