His ghost watched her draw the curtains across empty air. She wished he was still alive, surely her uneventful life was nothing waiting for him.
Blackout Poetry Notes
Sharing poems & thoughts, one redacted word at a time.
Sharing poems & thoughts, one redacted word at a time.
His ghost watched her draw the curtains across empty air. She wished he was still alive, surely her uneventful life was nothing waiting for him.