2.4.23

killed a ghost, killed a future

pale dull skin, the ladder of veins 
the latter of it, invisibly scarred
i drop to the floor, and search for my heart
but she is not there
SHES NOT THERE ANYMORE
faded to dust, killed as i must've
forgotten her somewhere, and left her alone
wanting for something, but i'll always know
that the inside of me, IT WAS NEVER HER HOME

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