in nights like these/

Posted on February 27, 2022 by Michael Raven

falling falling falling
i heard whisper wraiths
tongues of tin foil
grating on ghostly teeth
the magic was night
cut like razorsharp knives
blood blue pouring red
there in the swamps
i waited nine lives
twin tailed for stories
to unfold

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