Ghosts
written by: Craig Dobson
Miscarried offspring
hurried, half-formed,
from our light,
they struggle back
from the dark lands –
incomplete,
tearing their raw forms
on the broken edges
of everywhere –
to beg us for
what haunts them.
written by: Craig Dobson
Miscarried offspring
hurried, half-formed,
from our light,
they struggle back
from the dark lands –
incomplete,
tearing their raw forms
on the broken edges
of everywhere –
to beg us for
what haunts them.