Ghosts of Something I Don’t Want to Think About

Weekly Diary Entry

Frightening face from the past,

How I loathe to see you again.

I don’t know how to escape you,

How to live like this. My will—gone.

My mind—seeped out. My heart—melted.

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You speak of the past to connect but fail to realize

It does anything but.

Please leave…

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The proof of my past—Who I once

was—roaming around freely makes my skin

Crawl. I hate that you’re out there;

Why can’t you just disappear?

Why can’t my past be deleted?

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Don’t make me look.

Don’t make me look.

Don’t make me look.

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I can’t stand it.

I don’t want to see it.

I want to disappear.

Don’t want to acknowledge what I was.

Why can’t you all just let who I was

Die

This story is part of a collection of poems, short stories and introspective diary entries, called “Grimoire of a Weird Person II”.