living ghost

there’s a ghost
living inside me
she occupies
stalks and haunts
recites to me stories
of faraway yesterdays

her eyes are full of flames
they billow fury and hate
as she digs up the skeletons
I have buried deep inside
she gives them a purpose
to ceaselessly remind me
of all past pains and sorrows

winter roots, 2023

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