me and the ghosts are having one hell of a time. such a soon haunting, you're hardly gone. pass a hand over your mouth and throat. close your eyes softy and whisper names like incantations into the dark : this is how it would have gone. dragging the lake of the subconscious, pulling up handfulls.il n'y a pas de retour en arrière. j'ai changé. les pigeons recoulent dans le cour.

peeling out, dissecting one petal from the bud. tender and wet, defiant, delicate, obscene

not yet.

we said, not yet. the others and i.