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The Ghost Plays Tricks On Me
He flies into an uninhabited shell
and looks at me out through its eyes,
curving the lips of this avatar
into a knowing smile.
Before I know it, he flies out,
leaving the shell to fall to the floor,
empty sockets for eyes.
He flies from puppet to puppet
pulling on strings,
animating their limbs
and I look on the scene, irresistibly;
my head spins round to tie him down,
but he just disappeared and I’m only in time
to catch the puppet going limp.
06/06/11
and looks at me out through its eyes,
curving the lips of this avatar
into a knowing smile.
Before I know it, he flies out,
leaving the shell to fall to the floor,
empty sockets for eyes.
He flies from puppet to puppet
pulling on strings,
animating their limbs
and I look on the scene, irresistibly;
my head spins round to tie him down,
but he just disappeared and I’m only in time
to catch the puppet going limp.
06/06/11
Published 30th May 2019
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31st May 2019 4:22am
There is economy to your verbiage that is effective. The descriptors are effective and interesting to contemplate.
31st May 2019 10:23am
