not another ghost

              You may glimpse
                            me between the trees

                         & not even blink
                              
                       × rolls of tangled
                                     bramble shiver/
                               smolder maybe/even
                  exposing a pale waif
                       sw    >     ing<    ing
                     from sweet frenetic rope
     [left for dead/but she chokes]
             knotted|tighter than reality

                      clearer than Halloween
                             smoky as the seer
                        cringing when you
                               discern my song
                                       howling long
                                 covetous

                         I may petrify
                   daunt and compromise
                                           you
                       make the death chair
                                      appear __  palpable
                                

  look hard once the shrieking starts×

–LM