Living in Ghost Month

You ran like from a ghost avoid me
Like the plague
Almost comical this new energy I yield
Like psychic armor from the ardor of
Recent travel conquest

Feel the change in frequency
Eyes locked w/Medusa’s, this intimacy
She’s failed to reduce you to minerals

Run, run back to your motherland
Your head spinning, trying to understand
Unfinished conversations that’ll never be
Turn your back on growth, on opportunity
Your fear is real-
I’d eat you for breakfast and spit out the bones for the scavengers
(In the end you’d thank me
 For your new incarnation.)