a little last bit for the sleepers alive and the dreamers awake (ghost)

laying in a bathtub

any bathtub

it does not matter;

the sun is bleeding in

the bandages aren't holding

i am hardly there in spirit

what is a snake?

what is an apple?

tiles, self-angst

grime, grimace

spiders--webs--pests trapped

the dandelion hairs

wittled away

on the esper of

a wavering cord...withering

is it true baby?

did we miss the more?

forever

alone

is that baby even mine?

don't you know

everyone is afraid of the dark