Some nights, I wake up
And the walls are the wrong color.
My hands remember a door
That isn’t there.
I count my ribs in the dark,
Find one missing,
Wonder who took it
And what they built from the piece of me
They stole.
The mirror blinks first,
Like it knows what I did.
My phone lights up with a name
I haven’t spoken in months
Or maybe it’s my own,
Spelled backwards.
I drink water and the glass is cracked.
Something leaks out
Hope, or maybe last year’s secrets.
I write a note to myself
And hide it under the pillow
For the ghost who keeps forgetting
Why they haunt me.
Oct 31, 2025
Oct 31, 2025 at 3:51 AM UTC
Some nights, I wake up
And the walls are the wrong color.
My hands remember a door
That isn’t there.
I count my ribs in the dark,
Find one missing,
Wonder who took it
And what they built from the piece of me
They stole.
The mirror blinks first,
Like it knows what I did.
My phone lights up with a name
I haven’t spoken in months
Or maybe it’s my own,
Spelled backwards.
I drink water and the glass is cracked.
Something leaks out
Hope, or maybe last year’s secrets.
I write a note to myself
And hide it under the pillow
For the ghost who keeps forgetting
Why they haunt me.
She visits me everynight.