there is no need for you to summon my ghosts they always hover near shimmering afterimages at my vision’s periphery murmur low incessant in curve of my ears silver inhale and exhale of my breath static electricity brushing against nerveless fingertips pack up your chalk crystal balls Ouija boards smoldering sage you are not needed … Continue reading Things that Linger
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Throwback Friday: Song Of The Dead- Christine E. Ray
I have learned to carry my ghosts with reverence slip them gently into my coat pockets cradle them close to carotid pulse these most loyal of my companions lull to the steady beat of my survivor’s heart they are with me always unseen but not unfelt borrowing touches through my fingertips stolen glances through my … Continue reading Throwback Friday: Song Of The Dead- Christine E. Ray
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Song Of The Dead- Christine Ray
I have learned to carry my ghosts with reverence slip them gently into my coat pockets cradle them close to carotid pulse these most loyal of my companions lull to the steady beat of my survivor’s heart they are with me always unseen but not unfelt borrowing touches through my fingertips stolen glances through my … Continue reading Song Of The Dead- Christine Ray
Ghostly Assault
A memory brushed against skin muted colors of days spent locked in carnal corners entwined in desires my body never thought possible you painting pleasures with lip brushes soft contrasting those strokes with hands of power me lost in ghostly assault of fevered love ©MidwestFantasy 04/13/2018 Ph-deviantart.com