Monday, August 9, 2010
@ 7:44:00 PM
WHERE GHOST HIDE
Under lock and key, in dark corners
They are the shadows of the past
Secrets wrapped in handkerchiefs
Moths hovering like stranded memories
They are the subconscious breaking the surface
Sudden slips of the tongue falling on dinner plates
Our innermost fears and desires
Bleeding when we least expect it
They are the silent longings, startled hearts
Phantom dreams, muffled cries into pillows