Ghosting In Woolen

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group


Ghosting In Woolen

I have no time for shallowness
or dandelions that last one puff
just incinerating into seeds
like Scarlett O'Hara
with promiscuity, everything falls
 
With testosterone in my pen
I should have been on cocaine
Poe was a true poet
Ebenezer Scrooge just a name
now all I write is just text
 
Ghosting in woolen chilled to the bone
waiting to become a one tome urge
as the shadow of death hovers over me
I have no time for shallowness
or dandelions that last one puff


Submitted: July 12, 2021

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