wraith slipping through untouchable insubstantial phantasmal slight thing no heart a home to take this fleshless specter in wraith lifeless husk drifter drifting draught cold pressing through a song: "is it always like this?"; then fading spinning from shade to shadow to nadir to night wraith who could hold this hollow man? this straw dog? floating useless rags in an autumn tree flapping in the breeze
© Michael Raven
wraith just needs someone to breathe in some love and life. color returns. leaves unfurl.
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