layers

michael raven poems December 18, 2022 1 Minute

in this mad house
where nobody sleeps
leaning into ghosts
doing time for
forgotten transgressions
we wither in
a winter layered
in dust

Published December 18, 2022

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Bridgette says:

December 28, 2022 at 9:29 am

Makes me think of the napping house, only reversed. Also, love the imagery of the dust.

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1. michael raven says:
  
  December 28, 2022 at 10:12 am
  
  secret: it was an intended reference, so you picked up on it. 😉
  
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  1. Bridgette says:
    
    December 28, 2022 at 10:13 am
    
    Nice!
    
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