MY ENDURING BONES

Stories , Poems, and More By A.M. Moscoso

Jos

Ghost Towns

dark streets

closed doors

empty tombs and forgotten graves

I relish those times

when I am trapped by those words

and taken

through those doors

down those streets

into that town

full of empty graves

Where the nightfalls forever

on pages turned slowly

with an unsteady hand.

 

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