2. Tracing The Ethereal

I’ve lost all purpose,
Delineating the shadows of ghosts,
This turbulence has ripped me apart,
My hand has been open,
The scars of winter’s past,
The scars of red dresses,
Flags of horrific love stories,
Blowing, dilapidated dreams,
Struggling with the storms,
Burning with the air,
Crushing under water,
Snapping within the earth,
Drowning in this blue sky of fire.
 
I traced the ghosts of times gone past,
The cityscape seems so forbidding, 
New York is a frozen place now,
A snow globe beneath my fleshy red heart.

The End

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