The Slam: Slammables


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.


This was nice!

critiqued by ImaginaryGirlTnT
Aug 17, 2017