lilysofthefield:

I wrap my hands around my spine
and listen to the vibrations I feel.
I catch glimpses out of the corner of my eyes
of ghosts
the same ones that haunt the spaces between my ribs.
There’s no rest for the weary
those who close their sight
to find the beauty behind the shadows
and in the deep cords of violins.
Hush now child,
and listen.