in love with a ghost

my porcupine's in love
with a ghost named  Mort
with a blunt point
sat on a short throne
asked for
who you usually ask for
when you get to no back love
daft one
loneliness back bone
intersected crypto voice
no dust but bug abundant supper
insect feast on my feast while i sleep with no pulse

Author's Note

I haven't been well, I don't know what to do anymore to be honest. I'm writing this here and not somewhere else idk why, maybe i want attention. it's all crumbling apart i knew i couldn't keep it going forever the strain will eventually start to hurt real bad but i'm afraid of giving up now and regretting it, a side of me is telling me to fight till the end but isn't that itself a sign of defeat? idk tbh i'll probably stop writing soon, something will probably change soon, winter is probably going to die, maybe someone will replace him, maybe not, it has been a blast, he's really a good kid, and i don't deserve him, maybe it's the right thing to let him go maybe not, i feel like crying, i wish i at least knew like, at least had a glimpse,even if a quick short one, of the future, so i could idk lol, idk