KEIRA LYNN DODD

Ghost

 

Invisible, no one sees

the girl slowly dying

from acid eating 

on the inside. 

 

No one sees the woman

whose broken heart

no longer holds 

her mind together. 

 

No one hears the sigh

escaping silently

as she cuts the past 

out of her wrists.  

 

No one thinks to ask

the scars walking aimlessly

down her arms

if they can speak.

 

No one smells the sweat

singing of battles

she fought bravely

and lost.  

 

No one can touch her face,

its wrinkled skin 

belying the innocence

of her age.

 

Instead they see

a space where

she used to live

filled by a man

 

with rotten teeth

and a gentle smile,

who tells you about her, 

but you don't believe.