Grave-Robbing Poetry (Repost from May 2022)

I write poetry at night

hiding behind shadows

and ink out emotions upon paper.

I will relive my memories

in clock ticks and quiet resilience.

Ghosts only come out at dusk

and the gravestones upon my tongue

linger in a cemetery of topics.

I grave rob my pain 

to find poems

then pin them delicately online each time.

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