I think there is a ghost in my mind
making sharp shocking twists and convulsions
like rolled velvet flung ripping against
There's a ghost in there, behind my eyes.
Glinting between the tiniest mossfibers of my tangled iris
it snakes, friction creating static sparks
There's a ghost there, for now,
but I fucking worry at anyfuckingmoment it'll
be loose like a bloodclot badthought
barreling recklessly through me
lodging in my lungs suffocating
and bursting through my eyes like bird shot
But it's there now, twitching like an
excited atom waiting to be split.