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DON'T ASK!

I wake to her gently grazing my scars,
as if shes reading in braille,the story of my life.
Our eyes have their own language,but she speaks anyway.
"Good morning beautiful"...She asks what her
name is today.I tell her I'll think of one later.
As for now,we have no place to be,so we stay in bed,
and discuss our vivid dreams...Yellow light washes
the room...Cars pass outside...The buzzer rings for
the apartment next door.Pearl Jam plays softly in the
background,as we share a pot of coffee.I shake my
pill bottle in rythm with the song.She is curled up
on the couch,her cup in both hands,as she stares out the
window.I stare at her and dread asking,but I cannot
help myself.The words spill out to break the silence.
"Are you real?Or are you just another ghost?
To make me feel,like I am not alone?Is your touch,flesh,
blood,and bone?Or am I still on my own"?She turns her head
in horror,her expression like she's about to scream,
but before she can...She vanishes...The cup smashes on
the floor...How disgusted I am with myself.Why do I do this
everytime?...I just can't let it be...I make for the room,
and crawl into bed.My prayers are repetitive pleas,to wake
up with her there again.This time I promise...I won't ask any
questions...
Written by jaspersilence
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