Empath(y)

I am reminded of ghosts
I used to let haunt me
When I faced gray walls
And turned my back on
Doors barely open
I trusted my safety
While letting them play
Those spirits that seeped
In through cracks on the breeze
Because even sad omens
That prey and posses me
Bring forth my felt sense
Of love’s vulnerability
Which brings jouissance
While it raw-resurrects me
Oh how I’ve missed them

-me


Photo found here:
Strolling with the Spirits: Okunoin Cemetery

~ by April on April 23, 2020.

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