GHOSTS OF ME

A crystal looking glass fed with ghosts

Reflecting an image that hurts to see

Faraway glances piercing the light

Leaving waves of dark that bite at me

Gasoline torches and crosses of wood

Brought to exorcise the eyelet lace

Yellowing and faded as figures stood

Mouths with multiple tongues speak

Demanding a life half lived, half me

Eyes full of poison swirling purple and bleak

Beckoning fingers sprawling like trees

All disappear if I just close eyes, don’t look

Images appear closer than… stop looking

At the ghosts you created years long past