A Few Ghosts In Particular, They'Re Shrieking Poem by Alexzia Ferdinand

A Few Ghosts In Particular, They'Re Shrieking



the ghosts are shrieking (again)
and i can't reach them.
only carefully cradle your
sore heart in my two hands.
it was all
stormclouds and shivering rain
(even the weather was confused)
and if i had found you,
i'd lay next to you
down on the seeping ground
under the maddening sky,
and give you my breath

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