With broken moonlight caught in a glass, he is drinking the rain and the wind as though a tiny piece of him still called out to nature like a starved animal.
Ghosts (an 8 part story)
“A town sat beneath the shaky secrets and forgotten years, It is a place to die afraid.
The house is all shadows and shutters, Rotted floors and haunted doors guard like soldiers through her home.
Twilight roams the gardens like a dark winter that no human touch could kiss goodbye. He couldn’t breathe.
He disappeared into the shadows and returned a stranger.
She’s dancing with a ghost.”
They are the transparent, Invisible, The silent and the grim, Limbs dragging a shadow time no longer remembers.