Caregiver - Memoryhouse

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