Nostalgia-- Past's GhostA Poem by AnniePersonification of NostalgiaI am an empty husk A ghost which haunts the hours of dusk. I pillage your sense of complacency And echo sardonic mockery.
I grate your heart and leave curled shreds I snap your neck so you look back instead To see my floating back to Past Where I hide my face with pretty masks. Withhold my coiled, writhing form With coy, flirtatious, human norms. © 2013 AnnieAuthor's Note
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