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Ghost of You
•My breath wont let me say that you’re gone. • This continuous pressure your mere memory forces on me pins me to this Earth •won't you please let me go? •At night I hear you unintelligibly shout to me through my pillow, your seething laugh haunts what precious moments I actually do sleep. •Your visits should comfort me but they don’t, I dread seeing your baleful face. •Especially since they come at 3AM. •With a sweaty brow, and quivering heart. •Thump. Thump. Thump. •Was it my own heart? Incessantly beating, throbbing, quaking at the thought of you? •No.. I just know its you. •Thump. Thump. Thump. •With every step the memory of your hateful fingertips burns the skin around my neck. I reflexively reach up to touch my throat and swear.. I can almost feel you there. •Thump. Thump. Thump. •I reach for the doorknob of my bedroom, the bedroom we used share, where you would leave me crying, bloodied and bruised…and with a shaking hand tighten my grip. •THUMP! •I pull the door open aggressively, being fully prepared to meet with your ghost face to face, but was only met with a cool breeze. •Its like this every night.
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