Ghost Stalker

//Natalie Stastny

My haunted shape
do you crave it
I doubt you would want my darkness
but your hinges swoon me
I want to haunt you

sweetness
let my love bring you
down
into
a grave
and eat you
make your bones ornamental and part of my vanity
I would worship your skull
and make your maggots holy
I would make non-believers eat them and become devout

beloved
would you hold my ghosts for me
eat me whole and with hunger
or let me wait
for the embers of your house to settle
as you burn inside