Blow Ghostly by S.A. Gerber

catch leaves as they blow ghostly down the decaying drive. count insects dying in spun webs across the fence of the asylum. look for circles branded on souls of the feet from holy shoes. ignore the papers on posts sharing false news. distain the blood on the boulevard, last slice of life, all under a sickly, orange moon. scream confessions into the dark void of … Continue reading Blow Ghostly by S.A. Gerber