ruins of buildings, lives and the faces of people I knew
or thought I knew
visit me when I sleep.
These phantoms drive the nightmares
that visit me, that haunt me, that call the endless twilight in my head home
Dead images, abandoned words, forgotten promises and curses brought to life again now live in the daylight
in each word I carve on stone, in paper on bone.
Daily Addictions Prompt: Motor