More Wraith than Friend
You’re more wraith than friend, a haunting thing,
as if he forced your flesh back into bones,
pebbles thrown at the window of my mind,
fleeting glances, those smudges on your skin.
As if he forced your flesh back into bones,
our giggles silenced by his riptide smile,
fleeting glances, those smudges on your skin,
a nuanced removing, you’re not fully there.
Our giggles silenced by his riptide smile,
caged as you appear, as far from free,
a nuanced removing, I’m not fully there,
his hold on you weakens me.
Caged as you appear, as far from free,
pebbles thrown at the window of my mind,
his hold on you weakens me,
I’m more wraith than friend, a haunting thing.
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Jacquie Wyatt has been published in South, Clear, Structo, Golddust, The DawnTreader and Rollick amongst others while reluctantly pursuing a marketing career (lying for a living). She dwells in deepest, darkest Kent.
Abegail Morley 
How absolutely amazing and haunting. Really beautiful and you have touched my soul and that is the most wonderful thing you can do Jacquie Wyatt.