by Meg Brodeur '24 on February 16, 2023
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After lavender and magenta dissolve into twilight,
twilight melts into darkness
and my ghost comes to visit me
fleeing her dwelling place
she drips out of the glass picture frame,
with pale skin and shaky hands
she seeps underneath my chilled skin
curling her toes into the muscle and tissue:
a silent plea—
please let me stay.
she’s the essence of a past self
the version of me that I yearn to forget,
numb to vibrant colors and throaty laughter
numb to tenderness and warm embraces
and an estranged friend of hope and trust
with her nature back inside me
I feel the urge to leave my comfortable bed,
to sit on the clammy tiles of my childhood bathroom
I’ve found it’s the best place to be
with bloodshot eyes and tear-soaked cheeks, that is
but instead, I sink further into my mattress
and remind her once again about the dangers of codependency
how long till she learns to listen-
how long till I learn to listen?
“you’re ok now, darling” I tell her,
using a voice, I know she’s never heard before,
it is gentle and forgiving
entirely devoid of judgment
I gently push her away from my fast-beating heart—
afraid she’ll root herself within my veins
leaving me unable to decipher her body from mine.
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I incredibly love this poem…