there are shadows.
that can repel ghosts. that hide. in every attic. sleepless ghosts
whose names are. made of pain. ghosts on crosses. ghosts boiled
alive. ghosts impaled through their assholes (so long as they miss
the heart) they can die for three days. & the ghosts that put
them their. in the space of two echoes. they are buried alive.
these
echoes are made of envy. we behold them as we behold a dead pig
rotting under the light of the shade. & the power given it. feeds
on us.
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