There is a howling ghost haunting my ribcage,
And she refuses to let me sleep.
She's been set alight so many times,
But her will to survive runs deep.
There's something, something important,
She writes on the insides of my bones, her walls -
"Never let them fool you: a queen is still only human,
But the difference is that she rises as the darkness falls."
Perhaps I will start speaking to her again.