caregiver.

Memoryhouse - Caregiver
There's a ghost in my living room
In silent sets, moving through
The attic in chemicals
Dissolve in two

There's a flaw in my chemistry
The chill swells and follows me
In choirs of cold machines
And their smoking skin

These bones reside within
A crack spool of medicine
The distant hum that blooms as we run
No way to displace

In broken light
The cold grey night
A ghost still around me

Leave another ghost behind