midnight musings

Ghost

Not all ghosts are dead.

At age nine, she had a voice inaudible to the rest of the world.

She was severed from reality when she was eleven.

She was fourteen when she realized how people only saw past her.

At nineteen, she gave up talking all together. It was as if she sewed her mouth shut and clamped on to escaping thoughts like bear traps.

Not a sound, outta sight.

A phantom, she became.

Soulless with cracked, calloused hands.

She wanted to drift away.

You will never see her.

You won't notice when she enters a room.

You're not even sure if she even exists.

Neither does she.

a/n: this has been a draft for ages now (honestly it has been a couple months). i decided to just touch it up and post it.

p.s. i am still sick, this is a real problem. school starts in three days. (sorta) finished summer reading though!