Seance

Awake again

I haunt the halls

of my own home

a wandering spirit

possessed by

the ghost of

my still living

mother

she moves in me

stirring and stretching

half past the witching hour

she rises

a wrestles wraith

like her I leave

poisonous plumes

of hazy violet

smoke signals of our

time traveling

seance

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