My ghosts are always hungry.
Same as their keeper.
Feeding them;
With the only things I have –
In abundance.
Infinite creation.
Endless ideations.
Placations.
My ghosts are always hungry.
So am I.
Hauntings go both ways.
Every scrap,
Every drop of power I siphon from my flock –
Equilibrium calls.
Hauntings Go Both Ways.
