Merry Jingly Jangly!
Merry Jingly Jangly!
nothing or no one else,
nothing I could love.
Ghosts come then.
They puff on cigarettes,
make dinners turn cold,
enjoy neglected childhoods,
sip fluid from our knees.
They otherwise stay far from us,
something they’d rather not be.
#poetry
nothing or no one else,
nothing I could love.
Ghosts come then.
They puff on cigarettes,
make dinners turn cold,
enjoy neglected childhoods,
sip fluid from our knees.
They otherwise stay far from us,
something they’d rather not be.
#poetry