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storm siren
Poems
Jul 2016
Ghost of me
Pale skin,
Red lips,
Dark eyes,
Dark hair.
Drift in and out of nothingness,
And try to haunt my efforts to get better.
I buried that skeleton long ago,
So stay down
In the deepest depths
Of the muddiest ground.
Threats of breaking skulls,
If it is dared to pull me under.
I am not who I once was,
And I have shed memories
Like snakes shed skin.
I cringe and writhe in agony
At the person I used to be.
Blackened eyes
And reddened cheeks,
Bruised hip bones
And ****** knuckles.
I am shamed to say,
I can see
How it came to be,
This ghost of me.
But she is gone,
And I am new,
To say goodbye
To the ghost of me and
All she's been through.
Something keeps squeaking where I live and my mom thinks there's a ghost.*
*She might be joking. I will check in on that.
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