hidden

in a darkened room, the ghosts came to fight …

he fought hard to purge cautiously close thoughts he shouldn’t own,

giving him reason to be torn down, aching and bleed.

numb from cigarettes and boxed wine, he tried removing tattooed thoughts

pierced and perceived on his skin …

as sin by others.

                                                avp

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