the ghosts
are out and about.
the stairs creak.
I can smell them in the air.
the cool
breeze they
travel in.
crowding dreams, pushing,
elbowing into
my thoughts in the middle
of the day.
I see the bones of them,
those blank eyed stares.
I hear their words.
they will haunt me
for a long long time.
as the dead often do.
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