ghost, fist, wreck by nyochio

poem i wrote a bit ago that i'm gonna re-write into song lyrics 4 a little sumn im working on with an oomf ^_^

by nyochio

your ghost haunts every room—

lingering cologne, wrinkled sheets, the hollow in my bed

where your heart used to beat

your mouth. your hands. your midnight voice. 

the way youd breathe my name and leave me no choice.

but to fall. and fall.

(im still falling now)

missing you is a fist

around my throat, somehow.