To Haunt
Daunting is the thought
of being seen outside
Some of my posts reach no
conclusion or obvious end
Get in, I buckle up
As if, it’s somebody else’s ride
Permission to be me
not granted
The protagonist, invader
and instigator
It’s a verb. A ‘doing’ word
A shadow, a ghost
Once praised for shapeliness
Saw a spark
I tore myself on my own curves
No body was my home
Just a vacant, vessel
where I parked
..On, I harp
You-shaped valley
Dipping down into your homes
You need me to soak the dry meadows
As I struggle for a place to keep warm
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