I giggled

out loud.

When you walked by me.

And you.

t

w

i

s

t

e

d

me back

hard against the tree.



(Nails so clean like razors,

Why should you not be king?)



And now the soft earth ...

spins,

crumbling beneath my feet.

over the devils. landing,

at my side.



So sing to them, Ghost.

They always loved you ...

your voice.



anyway.

I will be here when you come home again.



Perhaps

This time you will

be giggling at me.



Or.

perhaps only my shadow will remain ...

standing,

Lightly ...

waving

and whispering.



Even more so ...

Touching.

Hard.

Against.

The.

Tree.