He said "We are all someone's ghost."
I took this as encouragement
and began the striptease of my skin
He started screaming
at the exposure of muscle structure
corded
beautiful
meat
burned
with every scar of his inner struggles
for which my body
paid the price
At the nervous system
he tried in vain
to climb through the brambles
of his personal hell
I said, "No. Don't you remember, we are all someone's ghost."
His ghost was guilt
My ghost was vengeance
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IMAGE (c)The Ghost by Cristian Girotto
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