wraith remembrances
of phantom pasts haunt
me, each clinging like
gossamer filigree
to entwine me to the
desolation of worlds
without end

pulled through the harrow
scraped clear of all hope
the taunting begins anew
chimaerical hands
reaching with fresh promises
for fools

© Michael Raven


denise with the
black and sick-green
painted nails and the 
rat's nest siouxsie hair
hefted each of her knit long sleeves
showed me her arms
etched with words like:
in block letters
to scare me away
"i'm ugly, on medication and
i cut myself. see?
doesn't that scare you?"
expecting me to make excuses
as to why i had to leave

i smiled sadly, 
not sure how to tell her
i'd share her pain,
if she'd only let me

sharing not in her nature --
she drifted away without waiting for
my response,
ophelia in the weeds