by Rachel Lynch in , , , , , ,

IMG_1904 copy copy IMG_1880 copy IMG_1841 copy IMG_1850 copy IMG_1851 copy IMG_1867 copy IMG_1873 copy IMG_1825 copy IMG_1826 copy IMG_1890 copyLast night they said the fire had spread in our ghost house. And the flames awoke me in my bed, but I didn't care. We fall asleep in the same house and in the morning, hope that we're all the same. There it goes, the flames surrounding the garden and the bedroom, making ghosts out of us.

I wish I was as good as you. I've lived in this house for too long, done too many things here. But at least we both know where the other one sleeps. You pass through the gate, if you scream then I'm coming to get you. You want to sleep, but I'm not gonna let you.

You see, we're all alseep here. Alseep in the town. And I'm done with being asleep. We'd don't know what's real because we haven't seen real since we can remember. How dark the night comes in, but we walk in darkness all the time here. Trails of masks and cold. October moves in on us and I hope it shakes us. The cold should dive into our bones and remind us that we are alive in this ghost town.

spooky night tee by Feather Hearts

Lace Kimono by Nastygal 

thigh-high boots by Jeffrey Campbell 

photos by Jaglever