i would go on

taking the wrong side of the street
the lights are cold
the water was full of loneliness
feel the sand still stuck to my skin

tonight i play music
until my wrists hurt, then further
a chromatic scale to numb my brain
sixteen notes

and meaningless.

eyes blur the screen
words trapped inside
i didn’t think ‘ghost’ was really the right
combination of letters

but how many times have i been wrong?

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