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To Love a Poltergeist


It’s filled with joy that you won’t be able to see; and with air you won’t be able to breathe.  The story of Eden doesn’t seem so strange.  No bad blood but this nature is easily abused by those of us who suffer from greed.  So into transparency this garden will fleet.


How could it be fulfilling to not be of a solid breed?  Well, unlike the gems in my smile that wrap around my neck, I was not born in sediment.  Sturdiness has no parenting rights here that you can believe.  It is sadness that you ask for when you bring forth love to a poltergeist.  But when it hurts you more, understand that it was you who conjured it.  Now see it through and push it back into the breeze.

To Love a Poltergeist by iBOMS

  • Measurements: 24" x 24"

    Technique: Acrylic, Enamel Paint & Mixed Media on Wood

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