Floating through the window,
Ghost
Transparent, light, like feather.
Whispers in my ear
A high-pitched tone says “Endless,” “waiting for you.”
“Run.”, “Recover.” Pushing me away.
Ghost
Around my neck, slim
Wraps around like a rope, she’s squeezing
My soul is fluttering, “Run.”
Ghost
Hugging my neck, she’s wailing.
My voice’s not coming out, my body stands like stubborn.
Still.
“Recover.”She’s crying,
Ghost
Around my neck.
My shoulder is getting wet, hot tears
They don’t actually exist, tears
Ghost.
She’s leaving my neck,
She’s not leaving.
The ghost is me.
Me, my hands, wrap around my neck.
Tears are me
Wail is me
GhostNoneI’m none.
Everything is ghost.
Everything is me.
By: Daria Korneeva.
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