airtight, movement as adjourned by wind states that
motion beings are impermeable dead weights.
at third reading, intimate ghosts becomes parts of our speech.
many in wood alphabets: as names of any person, habitat/place or jinn.
the rest as pronoun, used instead for harm— in ways that injures itself.
first reading moves the notion that at fair hearing,
in God's creation without a work permit,
man is mud in motion & tomb at sleep.
all men are wired for rest.
second reading affirms, should a soul miss its route to time-travel at bed,
it becomes a felony (say the consequence feels slightly like aging, in custody of a
charmed space).
grey breathing mud, dismantling empathy in vows to power a disappearance.
In redress of third reading, private ghosts often drifts like treason:
raw force, aiming at the betrayal of a loved one.
somewhere, a bench of ghost concludes:
"no inanimate relative should answer for how we scratch the surface of our grief."
since the clawing of a new death,
we all have been arraigning the same ghost.
his body— trayed loudly like an exhibit.
Sophia. N. Ashley (she/they) are writers of poetry. They are International underrepresented voices. They have works previously published in NativeSkin lit Magazine, The Quills Journal Nine, Stonecrop Review & elsewhere. They are the author of "Dumb Mandate"(unpublished). On Instagram, they are @sophiaashley631.