Hauntings

The veil grows thin
past midnight, as
sensibility dares
to sleep – spirits,
restless, yearning,
drag me from dreams,
fill my thoughts –
messages from beyond –

I am but a simple
woman, hold no sway
in the physical realm,
send them back
to carry on
their haunt.

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