Poem – “Ghosts of Childhood”

Ghosts of Childhood

The forest was our tormenting grounds,
We would shove each other into the mulch
The twigs shed by the skinny trees
As the winter began to absorb their souls
We would count who had the most bleeding cuts

Unstable now, but we were perfect then
Bullying each other around but never too far
I want to say that I miss the phantom days
But then thinking of them curdles my heart

© S. M. Shuford 2018
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