impression

the impression of you

left cold aching on my thighs

flesh pushed into bones

your cold whiskey words

rattled inside my ribcage

an echo falling asleep

i should have known

dancing with a half-dead, always drunk ghost

would leave me haunted

 

©2017 erin hoffman – all rights reserved

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