There's a ghost
that lives
in my chest.
Passively.
Like coal had swarmed up and settled.
It tries to lull me to the dark
As I gather in whispery breaths
With my back smeared against the wall
All you can feel
are the haunting chills
behind every eyelash.
Trap up your tears.
Make sure they don't spill.
Keep it sere like the wastelands
Fingernails behind every parched,
stale breath.
A threat, to turn an exhale
into a primal croak
A throb across your spine -
seeping up into your sternum
That holds all the venom,
And ejects
And ejects
And ejects
Until cobwebs form in your throat
And spin hallways down your trachea
And salt invades your tongue
And leaves it dry and thick
You gulp again
To no avail
As the ghost has stolen:
Your voice, this time
YOU ARE READING
From the Heart
Short StoryMy Writing Portfolio all put into one nice little book. These are my best and most favorite works that all came from the heart, so please go easy on me haha.
