Amir Motlagh,
Fiction,
life,
Short Fiction,
Thoughts,
words
Amir Motlagh
Amir Motlagh,
Fiction,
life,
Short Fiction,
Thoughts,
words
Amir Motlagh
your ghost.
the full moon frightens me.
i remember that last terrifying night.
that one whispering night. the haunting.
your dead soul.
rummaging for the last morsel.
leaving me option-less.
leaving me hung.
the breath escaping.
the squirming.
that last gasp.
a ghost.
your ghost.
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