A crystal looking glass fed with ghosts
Reflecting an image that hurts to see
Faraway glances piercing the light
Leaving waves of dark that bite at me
Gasoline torches and crosses of wood
Brought to exorcise the eyelet lace
Yellowing and faded as figures stood
Mouths with multiple tongues speak
Demanding a life half lived, half me
Eyes full of poison swirling purple and bleak
Beckoning fingers sprawling like trees
All disappear if I just close eyes, don’t look
Images appear closer than… stop looking
At the ghosts you created years long past
HASTYWORDS 
Mr. Poe said,
“The past is a pebble in my shoe.”
and, so it is too
as Faulkner said
“never dead not even past”
as we strive forward
its ghosts follow
hovering and beckoning
just at the edge of vision
carrying beauties
and darkness
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So good
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HASTY – phantoms
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I really enjoy your writing.
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Thank you I needed to hear this today ❤️
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