Phantom Limb

What are we now? A half-buried sentence A message delivered to The wrong address I reach for you and touch nothing I hate the squatter in my skull Your voice pacing my corridors Your face nailed to the Backs of my eyelids You’re gone But I still wear your fingerprints Like burns The safest place I ever knew Has collapsed The walls I leaned against Are rubble in my throat I gag on dust I choke on your ghost Everyone tells me to “move on,” Like it’s just a switch I forgot to flick But your absence is marrow-deep It hums through bone A phantom limb jerking at nothing I want to amputate the thought of you But the blade keeps turning back Into my own skin You are everything And nothing And I am stuck in the wreckage Beating my fists against a locked door Leading to nowhere

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