NaPoWriMo 4 (contrast)

call me the ghost - you, you declare, are the living one. (don't make me watch you stalk through life) and while i drift you paint over me. paint me pale, bloodless, faded as though out of existence. (i'm real too, did you know? i'm real) shade yourself in jewels, tones of vitality and pretend… Continue reading NaPoWriMo 4 (contrast)