Ghosts

by The Cheesesellers Wife

Duvet deep, traitor mind fishing worries
What if, why, random fears and wretchedness


Ghosts of the day parade
Surf past on a sickening tide, clasp at my heart
Until your warm arms exorcise

Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond

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