The Blood & The Bones

a ghost in camouflage and grey smoke
you write yourself into their story
just an excerpt, maybe a chapter
whatever they need you to be
a cunning linguist
moving like fluid art
crawling inside them
painting their walls
then claw your way out again
a figment of longing imagination
a craving
an oasis
a place to live and die in
then bleed her out
upon awakening
here and gone
leaving marks but never really existing
euphoric Prince Charming
a drug to get high on
a dream to get by on
fairytales and morphine

LL
the blood & the bones