Jules Morton

September 6 1999 Pennsylvania
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Ghosts

Cold soulless blue eyes follow me
Hands and eyes wandering my frame
“Does that feel good?”
His hot breath on my neck
my small hands gripping the cigarette burned couch
I disappear into my head
Away from this empty basement full of my fears
No has never been a word that others have heeded
Instead they carve out pieces of me
Greedy to take their fill before discarding me
I want to rip off my skin
To get away from the ghosts that live there
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