Fucking Ghosts ((-))

Unfolding like ghosts and the spirits that haunt us both, they wavered in adjustments, flickering like curtains on a breezy mid-July evening before finally settling down atop out interwoven bodies. Concealing all that we sought to be, the poltergeists sapped us, twisting visions and dreams into nightmares and phrases better taken back, they took what we both thought was today and forced it into yesterday, and now haunt me unceasingly. The dream polluted, the memory poisoned, what was golden and silver and illuminated by a dark, glowing sunshine turned into corroded copper, better fit in the hands of a poor scavenger trying to feed an addiction, and a dead, blank and featureless white moon. Such are the prices of titles of princes and kinds and you and I - but I hadn't anticipated they'd cost the haunting and damning of this, too.