Ghost Loops
Drag your chin up off the ground
These collected shadows
Eat remorse
Pick the bones clean
Take liberties with angels
Who sacrifice their immortality
For a moment of earthly pleasure
Here, they wander
Back and forth
Between one state and another
Listless in their meandering
Plucking roses from their wrists
Searching for a place to slumber
The Queen of Shovels
Shows them cruel mercy
Their desire brings them
To a place saturated in nostalgia
A place ruined by knowledge
A place where sacred names
Dance battle against
Profane objects
Even people fall here
In among the specters
Chasing their shadows
As the Goddess of Ropes
Lays her claim on their throats
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