She lurks in spaces
where shadows are spun,
the ghosts of things
yet to come,
a figment of your
wild imagination,
a lingering haunting
of your own creation
to show you exactly
who you’ve become,
and watch all
your pieces
slowly come undone

Breath of Words© 1/11/17

photo by Latarnia Świadomości



  1. TheFeatheredSleep · January 21, 2017

    I feel the emotion tearing at this poem so powerfully it stays with you !

    Liked by 1 person

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