The Slam: Slammables

Ghosts

by Wandering Monster, Dreamland

There are ghosts.

 

They float like gossamer fairy-film

 

On the faint breeze.

 

They hum blue songs

 

And look down at the beings below.

 

They remember nothing,

 

And we don’t know

 

That they waft up there, above us.

Slammings

This was nice!

critiqued by ImaginaryGirlTnT
Aug 17, 2017