Wraith

Ghosts are easygoing.
They don’t demand to be seen
for you to believe
in strange noises
in cold spots
in sad feelings not your own.

Wraiths are different.
Ghosts intrude on your mind;
Wraiths seize you by the throat.

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A version of this poem first appeared on Bluesky. Whispered into the acoustic sensors of the sleeping dreaming android, it prompted the electric sheep to generate one more tomorrow…

© 2025 Greg R. Fishbone, generated by MidJourney as a derivative work of the poem, "Wraith" by Greg R. Fishbone