Relentless poltergeists
What do you see in their eyes?
it’s a curious thing
your eyes
do they look back
from someone’s wall
like some won prize
do they wear
someone’s wallet
black leather
love reduced to
pocket size
are they bound
in someone’s album
carefully eternalized
was anyone ever
this wise
are they the last thing
someone sees before
a good piece of advice
are they someone’s
sole and greatest vice
are they someone’s lost memory
no longer
reverie’s greatest device
the main character in their goodbyes
are they haunting
someone’s long torturous nights
like relentless poltergeist
even the devils
most horrendous demise
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S. Gabriela Heitzinger
I'm a filmmaker from Vienna who loves to do literally anything artsy. From drawing and painting to music to arts and crafts to screenwriting to... I also love to write:) AND read ;) thanks for stopping by <3
Insta: @gabshxtshow
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