ghost

Location

the blood on the walls

dirt in your hair

broken black nails

bruised chunks of flesh

 

they have gouged out my skin

ripped out my hair

teared my bones

and all I can ask now is

are we really dead?

 

can you really not see me?

my moans, my sighs, my scream?

am I really dead to you?

 

 

 
 
 
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