Hollow
like a burned out tree
that tasted death
one painful flame at a time
A buzzing silence fills my head. Time has become a foreign commodity that ceased to exist in useful form the moment our lips parted.
Yes, the ghost inside of me still cries for you, still shudders, racked with pain. My living corpse continues to pretend that life is normal and as it should be, when I know the truth.
If I had one wish I would take it back
all of it
save myself from the intense and never ending pain of loss
an alternate reality
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