Clean slate of stasis over my shoulder
Whispering to the Ouija, holding my breath
Swallowing the ghost etched into twilight
Listening to the pulse of the planchette
Hemorrhaging decay dripping through the
Catheter
Shadows of memories sinking in
A frail finger rushes across the board
Kept alive by ghosts not called upon
Clean slate of stasis over my shoulder









Well done to both of you. I could not tell who wrote which part. Nice
We thank you, Fia.
A collaboration with a poet like you, dear Adagio., is both an honor and a pleasure!
Thank you, kindly.