Ghost of you

Was i waiting for the whispers
echoes of your name rolling down starched lips
cracked, dried blood (i can feel you seeping 
into my pores) wedges in between
forcing them apart, but I was never really 
together anyway(?)

Dust motes are my only 
lovers at this time of night,
and you're fading.


  1. Hello!

    I see that you use one of my images without my permission. Feel free to use the image in your blog as long as you do not edit the picture and write a clickable link to my website (http://tuana.se) and add me as a photographer (Tuana Art).

    Otherwise, you will receive an invoice.

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