How to have sex with a ghost-Howl Davies/The Sounds Inside

The Sounds Inside

Black crocuses
for a white flag,
tonight we bring the dead
back to life,
the banshees and
saints, absorbed by
their violence,
cultivated by centuries
of silence, I am not
done with you yet,
forgive me,
please.
god-speed son,
you said, before you
left,

I’ve gone this long
under lock and key,
with no intent on exile,
I use it physically for my
pleasure
more and more.
Don’t lead the horse to the water,
if you are not ready
to drown it,
it should have been us,
that night,
fury,
oh fury,
how I want you,

In that confined mess of a
misinformed orgy of bodies
and scripts and curtains
closing, lights blazing,
singing about pockets
overflowing with
wildflowers to
ward off the plague,
there’s a hairline fracture
in every syllable,
in every melody, in every
brief right hook of
regicidal forgiveness,
as we beg those ghosts
for closure.

Spilling…

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Author: Sudden Denouement

A Literary Collective

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