ghostlies

by Andrea Bossi

mouth trembling
voice split
held between breaths
breaths held from phone
voice splitting
breath holds
holding life
soul shattering
truth inking bleached reality
rage proliferating
my stunned mentality
.
.
.
i’m swelling
like the monster
the ocean between us

and you thought you could escape
my whirling waters
but you’re lost
in the dark of their shallows

darling, you cannot
lull infernos
allay winds
nor quell my love.