Five Ghosts

The haunting occurred
As it always does
From the inside out
A reminder of what was
When there was something
Not now
When there is only dust and venom
Hiding in cupcakes and orange soda
Never a Rembrandt, the haunting
With shifty eyes and a lispy lid
But a cartoon rendering of sweets
Painted directly on the skin
Tastes like candy
Does it taste like nectar?
Always
As far back as can be remembered
And then through the eyes
A package arrives
Like a box with spidered legs
So it deserves a walk
On a leash
And a name
That can be called out
Or whispered
For a proper haunting
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1.26.11

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