Syringes
Animal Ghosts
Under the collar of your shirt
I saw you breathe
Gasping
You can tell me where it hurts
I felt it too
In the attic
I took syringes from your coat
Kept them close
Like keepsakes
Heard you singing in the cold
It was your ghost
A dreamscape
A moment elongates
Telescope
I'm feeling what you felt
I think that it was laced
Please don't go
I'm casting a new spell
I think I'll go sober
Might as well
I wish you could see it
The trees in October
Have much to tell
They're chanting in orange
