your apparition is my parasite
gnawing at me relentlessly
until i am but wholly consumed,
careful
to leave just enough for the new day.
i have walked down roads with you,
fabricated discussions with you,
felt your phantom presence
in the murmurings of my heartbeat;
my needles still spin though the yarn has long since run out.
help.
i am a far worse creature than you ghost,
far more frightening then any demon,
with skin and features and human composition.
peel back the layers and no blood will gush forth
i am conscious only in front of the bathroom mirror
comforted with illusions of depth.
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