I keep you in my empty chest.
I never speak in fear of your escape.
Yes I can see you looking through the gaps in my teeth every so often.
But i have built my life around you so my lips remain closed.
You’re a ghost I say to the mirror.
I take the mirror off the wall and pack it away into a box.
I give the box to my Great Grandmother who I’ve never met.
She thanks me and opens the box and looks down at me.
I wave to her and she closes the top of the box and I am surrounded by darkness.
He is a leaf in the wind, but I am an open field.
I know he tastes like the sun, but I was born on a full moon.
He is a plump peach hanging on a tree, but I reside in the winter.
A snake slithers toward me and wraps itself around me.
It tightens itself around my neck and I start to lose oxygen.
The lack of air brings me a new peace I’ve never felt.
Then I realized what peace was and killed the snake and ate it.
I cut open my left leg and rip out the veins.
Finally I am content.
I start to floss my teeth with the veins.
Aren’t you suppose to take negativity and turn it into something positive ?
My reflection nods.
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