Ghost

Deviation Actions

chromeantennae

Published: Jun 16, 2014

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Literature Text

Ghost

_{i hold my own wrist,
as if it's broken,
'cause there are no hands,
available left to hold it.
to rest in the base
of your touch cannot happen.
it's much too tough to ask.

so i sit staring
into a blank field,
eyelids empty,
body in reverie,
mind in ennui,
sick of you and i.

i love you
but hate i fell too
deep into the pool,
of what I thought was true.

5 feet, 5 inches,
brown locks,
spectacled eyes
once folded
around my 5'7'' frame,
now left a shell.

my arms hold me,
as i clutch my abdomen,
and rest against the floor.
i lie there,
knowing the pain
will finally stop
but aware,
that it's just beginning.

because the hardest
part about this,
is loving a ghost
that isn't dead in body,
but in your mind,
and you can't kill her,
no matter how much
you wanna take the gun
and pull the trigger.

so i let pellucid phantoms
perplex the crevices
of my intricate labyrinth.
and i let the apparition
fly around inside,
before it fades and dissipates,
just like the body did.}