Ghost Fingers

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I'm watching the second season of the Witcher, it's so bloody good. Song: Alright - Supergrass

Ghost Fingers

Nonexistent eating
Tattered clothing
Breathing hard

Messages from the other night
Repeating on the answering machine
A small whisper
From that night

Thoughtless escapes
Into the other world
Where the sky is as blue
As your ocean eyes

A fly reincarnated
Fast paddling wings
Flipping your work
On its side

A scream
Echoed in its eyes
Hoping they realise
Before it flies away

Silent voices
Trill seeking legs
Ghost fingers

Your mind
On the little fly
As you chase it down
And finish the job

Messages from the other night
Repeating on the answering machine
A small whisper
From that night

You clean your windows
Deleting those messages
As you walk out the door
Ready to be questioned

At least the fly had ghost fingers

I need to watch Casper again

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