Letters&Poetry

Tell me how

i am supposed to sleep

when your ghosts

are haunting my dreams,

dancing around

the surface of my skin,

leaving traces

of your cigarette smoke

in my head

like drunken feathers

in clouds of twirls

praying to be

shot dead.

By Rim Zeiny

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