I woke from a deep, dreamless sleep,
Searching the hinterlands of my awareness.
You had faded away into nothingness,
No longer silently hiding in the shadows,
Watching me from your tangled forest of lies.
I breathed freedom and smiled.
Where do old ghosts go?
I do not know.
Eily Nash ~ 2020
My paranormal fiction reflects my deep passion for the numinous realms. I love myth and mystery and magical things, and journeys to that liminal place where the veil between worlds is gossamer thin...
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