I make friends
with the ghosts
that hitch rides
as I pass their graveyards.
We ponder their emotions
together
until they fade back home.
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thoughts and kind-of-sort-of prose
PoetryA compilation of "poetry" and stuff that I've written. TW: suicide, self harm, depression, assault, violence -please let me know if there are others. -thx
Ghosts
I make friends
with the ghosts
that hitch rides
as I pass their graveyards.
We ponder their emotions
together
until they fade back home.
