Jogger

Being chased by a ghost, the roots of his teeth

break with impact, joints tied together with string,

corpus filled with compressed breath.

He gasps stones, grit and smoke, an air maschine,a wet,

strained mask, the bottom of his lungs filled with silver.

His heart shakes like a shocked bird.

It is as if all things in the park have been stilled,

left and right, one and two,all under the grey

now out in bad standing. 

Reviews

[seaNobody]

I like every one of your poems truley! What a treat. Thank you for reviewing Amadeus! You are an inspiration!

[Morrigan Nicole]

Wow, gave me goosebumps.

[Kaya]

The imagary in this gave me chills.
The phrasing of this piece is beautifuly crafted. This has so much meaning and depth, I really enjoyed it.

[Eve]

One can never out run their own ghosts, my knees where wobbly in the reading, the misty air burning the breath from my lungs, your writing is so vivid and alive...

[Octob3r Star]

You're an amazing writer, imagery is there. Always :)

[Emily B]

sometimes ghosts are like that

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

You've taken a concept and created so much detail with
your use of words...excellent :)