Untitled (disappear)
by FM Le
You slid out of me, ectoplasm,
and I let you. You are
a phantom stranger in
my memories with strong teeth
and living hands that reach
into my head through
dreams that drench me
in ice-cold sweat and I feel
dead when I wake up after
midnight to feel you flee
from the fake bed in my head.
I watch you float through walls,
away, your smile is unfamiliar.
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The scariest thing? "your smile is unfamiliar." Glad I read this in the morning!
So good, the way this captures the ineffable in a net of words and images.
Good work.*
Loveliness. So yummy. xxx
"phantom stranger" - I like that combination and it fits perfect with this piece *
Strange and effective.
Love this.
Great last line, and memories with strong teeth. *
The direct address to "ectoplasm" completely unnerves me! I am fascinated by this poem.
Very effective. Love the mood and the language. Well wrought.
<3 thanks everyone.
Love *
A great piece. I like it.