Thursday, March 21, 2019

the salvaged ghosts (poem)

The ghosts that haunt me
I am afraid to name:
what if my name is uttered?

What if the truth is pathetic:
a man tormenting himself for nothing,
who can't recognize his own hands?

What if they truly are gone
and I have built new corpses
to fill a hole I dug?

-Zero

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