I fall asleep, if but only for
A split-second:
End of cigarette in my right hand.
It’s early, I mean early morning,
Her ghost; detached from her vehicle and ready
She, wanting to take over me
Through the semi-transparent white;
That of an angelic-spread.
Swinging my empty left hand; forward I haul
Myself.
I jolt up and out of it,
Back to the now,
Without her
Possessing me.
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Realistically haunting. I love the way you blend the here and now with the dream-state and the supernatural.