Ghosts (revision 3)

[ellajam]

Hi, Vi, nice avatar.

I have no suggestion on this, the more I read it the more I wouldn't change a word. At first the blinks turning on instead of off stopped me a bit, and still I'm not sure "found mine" is directed clearly enough, but I'm not messing with it; it's tight and loose and clear to me. Good one.

Dark settles on the walls, the street lamp blinks some
light, then dies, then blinks again. A moth- stuck inside
the room- pares its wings on the glass, falls to the
windowsill, then does it again. My eyelids do the same.

I remember his mouth; how the ghosts under
his tongue slid through the cracks of his teeth,
found mine, stayed there. And the birds at the
backs of our eyes drank too much to leave.

He told me there's a life of everything, somewhere
else; one that isn't made of feathers or concrete.
I'd be the flayed moth that made it through the glass,
He, the sun, and my guts would be warmed under him.