We are all Haunted

skeletal arms melt
across a back-lit moon
pale, boney fingers
scaling the cliffs of my eyes

we walk along an
anguished howl
another hand crawling
from a wind-etched grave

a path strewn with
the bloody entrails of thoughts
unfinished, dark old tales filtered
through collective membranes


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