Ghost

by Charlie Baylis


In dreams you’d drip back to me
Ethereal as the moonlight’s
Fingerprint on air

A stab in the dark
Kissed by the lampshade
Your blood on the trees

There were dreams in unpacked boxes
I dropped you off to playgrounds of screams
I blew through you

Genocide
The war where we saluted the rain,
The puddles slashed with sunset

Spineless, delicate
Your body on the kitchen floor
Stationed, asphyxiated by starlight

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