Breathing in, breathing out, she
forever remains buried alive.
My breath echoes her smothering, my
once coerced complicity.
We coauthored her extinction, tethered
her remains to the past.
We resurrected her, a living ghost of
haunting estrangement.
Our spell invoked performed worry,
dashed dreams, whispered nightmares,
mourning.
We eulogized the living and buried the
mad in loneliness.
I could lay my sins at Youth's feet.
Would that partial truth set me free?
Maybe it's best to lay to rest my soul
possessed without contest,
Hold tight folds wrinkled, conscience
cleared by repentance, not bold
bluster.
Bravado holds little sway when her
living ghost still roams today.
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