Ghost In A Sheet
by e.campagna
Tuesday, August 4, 2020
I rub my eyes
often,
and they're red.
They sting in the mornings when
I wake.
The sun comes up
and she holds me for a while
and then she drops
slowly
and I forget what it was like
to have her 'round.
e.c.
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