TESTIFY
- Dark Poets Club

- Sep 24
- 1 min read
By Audrey Waterhouse

I've been ghost hunting your French exit.
And I don't swear on bibles anymore
But I talk about you like my memory’s on trial.
Right hand on a stack of horror DVDs.
Left hand to the sky.
It felt like a haunting when you left
And didn't say goodbye.



