The dead have no boundaries.
Ghosts simply exist.
The living
xxxxxxxxxdecay
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Ghosts simply exist.
To name them:
The sitting ghost
The hugging ghost
The ghost that hovered just behind my eyes.
The most frightful ghost––
perhaps the most loving;
the ghost that pushed,
like air,
though my body
The holes
where the needles left me,
the holes
excrete cold air,
not blood.
Suspended now,
just above the blankets,
just above the bed.
No blood.
A new utopia.
A world where the realms of the living
the dying
the dead
knowingly
exist together.
Space and time
a new utopia,
a new continuum.
Breathing is overrated.
Bodies are basic.
Decay is optional.