Poetic chimes and I

Can see your lips without

Seeing them

Taken in

By breath

To seem captured

In gaze by the swish of rotator blade cuffs giving in. The New Mexico air pouring in and my eyes fluttered and I rubbed them until saw your face for the first time.

You thought I couldn’t see this whole time. Not so. And when I remember your ugliness, I remember why there’s a haunted soul in my house. No deadpan chooses not to depart like a mouse or clinical rat.

Man has fat stacks in the eternal bond of the afterworld I’m sure from never sleeping. A life spent on hallucinations.

And he chose me to spend the one after with me.

There’s ghosts in my house, well now I have a ghost in my house. My ex boyfriend Jesus how embarrassing (I’m blushing ☺️ like this in all reality I just don’t know what to write.)