This is a rather haunting piece, inspired (I think) by my recent watching of Outlander.


I wish for a spectre, something

to remind me of you and your deadly ways.
I have your grave dirt in my hair, the Polaroids
of you that turned out black, your cracked tooth

I wear as a talisman.

I desire more,

your tattered burial shroud,
your spider-webbed thoughts,
the cross you refused to wear

because it clashed with your hell-fire flesh.

Finally, your shade comes,

spreading cold like a disease,
your hands open to mine.
We touch, and I realize my mistake.

You smile as I turn to mist,

and in this gray land, I search for you,
growing accustomed to not breathing,
easing into the idea I may never see you again.

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