Poltergeist 

I’m beginning to wonder
if you and I,
if we –
have acquired something
akin to a poltergeist. 

I hear there are ghosts upstairs, 
dancing in your rafters. 
I think there are skeletons in my closet,
gnawing at the bones.  

I can still feel you here, 
past this dark omnipresence. 
A shining beacon of hope,
one I can’t seem to find 
amongst all the cobwebs,
the chaos. 
of life.

BIATA

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