Town of Ghosts

Town of Ghosts

This is a “Weekly Spotlight” feature piece

I set first foot here/
On this dust
This red earth
Lit ablaze by the wide, full moon
The one the wolves cry to
The old, dark women pray against
Howling as if they gave
Life to the smoldering ground/
When we were fresh on each other’s minds
New to our touch/
Smooth, brown hands gripped around tender flesh
Shoved between my wet/
I disappeared into that rhythm
The pump of your hips
The taste of your sweat
Was like blood to me
Earthly, real, warm/
I lost myself there
Dazed by what I saw in you/ felt from you
I feel kinda free
Falling/ No thoughts of the bottom
It fades with the smoke/
The barren space of time
Lingering on/ and on
Around us/ so wide/ so vast/
So dark I barely notice
It’s there/ hugging me/ breathing the air in my lungs
Leaving me gasping and clutching for
Fighting with arms that have gone numb/
Nothing hurts except the thought
Of hitting the bottom/ pummeling against the reality
Of this ghost town

© Ama Akoto (2018)

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