She claimed to not believe in ghosts
even while she slept with the remnants
of corpses of loves that never should have been.
She made pillows out of the faces of men
who fed her candy coated drops of sin:
failing to love the woman within.
She covered herself with the blanket of lies
used to help her forget the value of her life,
causing her to forget the miracle of she.
The miracle being that she existed.
She closed her eyes and swallowed the nightmares
they had dumped into her mind, so
she would toss and turn all night.
They loved what they could see with eyes
blinded by their own needs to be desired.
Their own needs of such a towering size.
They took, took, took, offering nothing
in return until it was safe to finally leave.
Now she’s left with the daunting task
of learning to love the woman within &
knowing that ghosts can be exorcised
and she will one day be able to love again.
Peace & Love,