I answered spam calls
Replayed voicemails
Checked the time stamps
Ghosts.
All of them.
Clinging
Hanging
Holding on like cat hair
On my shirt
I’m allergic.
Like cotton candy wisps
Against my skin
Soft, then sticky
Turning me colors
Now grainy
Uncomfortable
I don’t feel clean.
Ghosts.
All of them.
Let me go
About the Creator
Mezmur
Between modern psalms you'll find glimpses of my messy mind trying to make sense of the world through poetry. https://dsfwrites.carrd.co
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