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GHOSTS
I wake in a sweat
A dream planted heavy on the back of my throat
i breathe
and it surrounds me
filling the room with shadows
the past is a blanket
impenatrateable and
yellow
fitting snuggly around my eyes
coloring all i see.
RISE ABOVE
I keep still
my warrior's tongue
as you speak tunes of
booming
ritual ignorance.
I grow weary
of the outdated lines
you present on cue.
I try not to hate you
as you
shriek lies
like a wild hyenia
in my face.
Rise above,
rise above,
what you sank below.
UNTITLED
I suppressed the eighth year of my life,
now it threatens to supress me.
It sits by my side
concealed in my shadow
and makes a loud racket
any time I attempt life.
It sabotages relationships
and scares off love,
preferring me alone
where I will cry with it,
mourn for its losses.
How was I to know then
that a year could become an eternal prison?
16 years later
I turn to face
my ghost,
my every nightmare,
and I see
that my tormenter
is a small
trembling child.
ONE WORD
All around me are these strangers
I have known my entire life.
They demand to know where I've gone,
but I cannot answer.
I'm saving every ounce of energy
for one word.
Without warning
I break the bank.
I breathe
and the word spills out.
Help.
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