ENTER THE GHOSTS

sleep,

the back half

of what was,

leftovers

from today,

ghosts of the past

stepping through

an open door

without resistance

as the sand

underneath

changes to water,

drowning

your breath

or pushing you

from a rooftop

sparing your

impact,

your death,

until repeated

another night


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