Pink Spirits
Boo!
Ghosts are everywhere. Words written years earlier lurk in dark corners of the internet. The typed letters glide through concrete walls, slide silently beside me, and sting my skin where it's the least thick. I swat away those thoughts and different ones deluge me. Skewed and filtered, the memories resemble fiction more than fact. Everything bathed in a rose-coloured hue. I do not hold grudges, but it might be easier if I did.
Ghosts are everywhere. Words written years earlier lurk in dark corners of the internet. The typed letters glide through concrete walls, slide silently beside me, and sting my skin where it's the least thick. I swat away those thoughts and different ones deluge me. Skewed and filtered, the memories resemble fiction more than fact. Everything bathed in a rose-coloured hue. I do not hold grudges, but it might be easier if I did.
posted by Leah at
6:30 p.m.
2 Comments:
"and if this is the work of an angry god | i want to look into his angry face"
and charles axis reveals himself through use of lyrics : )
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