2 things written to me...

A stranger has come
To share my room in the house not right in the head
A girl mad as birds

Bolting the night of the door with her arm her plume
Strait in the mazed bed
She deludes the heaven-proof house with entering clouds

Yet she deludes with walking the nightmarish room
At large as the dead
Or rides the imagined oceans of the male wards.

She has come possessed
Who admits the delusive light through the bouncing wall
Possessed by the skies

She sleeps in the narrow trough yet she walks the dust
Yet raves at her will
On the madhouse boards worn thin by my walking tears.

And taken by light in her arms at long and dear last
I may without fail
Suffer the first vision that set fire to the stars.

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"might be a little stranger than it is charming, but what've I got to lose?:
i've got a piece of one of your skirts
tied around my wrist.
pretty sure it's effective in warding off hungry ghosts.
Better than a singing bowl
and twice as paisley.