Scratch my wounds
In avarice for further scratch
Burst the love seeds, only to discover
Another white layer of ghosts
The area of demure light-house
swallowing the intransigent reflection
on the seashore, killing molluscs
Spraying dark colour on golden fish
Peeling the outer space
Like a cold Potato.
Burn my ashes in my mouth
Discovered the inside ghost?
So carry that pointy dagger on my inept
Backbone, spill the blood
Spill on the modish pink cheeks
Turn me inside out
Do you now see? The inside ghost.