The Incarnate |
by Alysse Gerardi |
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There’s a Ghost in my head, although I don’t know his name. He tells me Things I don’t really want to know, Like how to tap-dance, And how to Scry With Human Minds Like the parasitic tapeworm. He takes away the lonely bottle And peels this old caterpillar Into a Firefly, but He doesn’t believe me when I say That I think better when Wing-less. |
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