The Ghost you live with (Day 81 of 100 -- poetry challenge)

There are days when your words are salted earth—
I cannot clean myself of them.

There are weeks when your cold bitterness blackens my extremities—
I cannot feel.

There are months when your thundering silence cuts me to ribbons.

Over the years of your love, I have come to see my bones scattered—

my self, annihilated.

• Because I'm gong to be super busy over the holiday I am posting a few days in advance.

• All pieces are newly crafted and posted shortly after in adherence to the rules of the challenge. All the photos are mine unless otherwise stated.

• Entry for Day 81 of 100 Days of Poetry Challenge by Hive account@d-pend.

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