I feel like a ghost floating through a battle field,
I am broken,
I am afraid,
I am a war ghost.
Between my teeth
And my lips
The fighting never ceases,
Cracked and Bleeding creases,
Cracked and Bleeding pieces,
The wars within my mouth.
I drift by,
Day in, day out,
A ghost can’t cry,
But she does when alone.
A tree is rough,
Strong,
Sturdy,
I am none of these.
A tree is silent,
…Silent,
Which I am,
Which I choose to be.
A ghost is silent,
A ghost is alone,
A ghost ignored,
A ghost is dead.
I am a war ghost.
Between my teeth
And my lips
The fighting never ceases,
Cracked and Bleeding creases,
Cracked and Bleeding pieces,
The wars within my mouth.

Let the battle rage on.


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