by Stephanie Smith

Published in Issue No. 294 ~ November, 2021

The ghost has given up on me

It abandons me inside a perfumed mist

where time whispers delicate things

in a language that’s never touched these lips

 

I am mistaken for a breathing being

Yet unwelcome in the grave

I make my bed, but I’ll never sleep again

 

Infinity is cold

and I have no blanket to cover my feet

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Stephanie Smith is a poet and writer living in Pennsylvania. Her work has appeared in such publications as ABYSS & APEX, WHISTLING SHADE, THE HORROR ZINE, ILLUMEN, and LIQUID IMAGINATION.
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