get out the DSM. put your jammies on.
i'm gonna tell you a bedtime story-
not a lullaby, but with allegory.
did you say you saw a ghost?
or do you just so badly need to see me scared
a glowing vulnerability
dabbed behind the ears like a perfume
yes, it feels that contrived.
and this time you've lost your charm.
there are those for whom the spectre of death
is as cheap as their cologne
and matching gold chain.
I don't care enough to cast
spells or throw
stones
so, suave: ghosts jolt you that much?
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