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The Little Ghost

Autumn makes me nostalgic for things that never happened, for memories that aren’t mine.

"In the season of autumn, we first realize how beautiful it is to let things go and to move on."

She cowered

beneath the midnight

sun, beneath

the waves of Halloween


She opened my body

and peeled me like orange,

drank my blood like

sweet wine and drank

me dry


My body became her

capsule, and my ghost

became small beneath

the wavering moon


I howled to a God that

no longer loved me

as Autumn became

my second home


She danced around witches,

played with witchcraft,

whispered to demons,

and kissed my lips


I was already dead

as she whispered poison

on to my lips and washed

me in bath salts

and pumpkin guts


I have become nostalgic

as my love became my death

because my body has withered

and died


I float among the living,

whispering to my love

I'll haunt you till your

dead

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