Friday, April 19, 2013
To Repel Ghosts
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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