Haunt me

An aborigini
sound in me
a lewd laughter

In every step
a matrix

Don’t tell me
haunt me

Don’t feel me
touch me

You are lost in
looking down

The cars look like
pieces of chalk
on a blackboard
from here

Whereas you can
see me straightaway

Whereas we are able
to touch in this way

Published by Cassandra

Writer and visual artist. Avid reader, cuddle bunny. Sweetie, I'd love to.

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