recently, doors keep opening on
their own, warning me
i’m still haunted — perhaps a better
description would be that i’m burdened
by the spirits i keep yanking around, hauling
their limp bodies on my shoulders.
ache, ache, ache, they scream,
begging me to release them into the voice,
allow them to anguish in peace
and harmony with other deceased dreams.
ache, ache, ache, i repeat
for the only fact i can be
certain of during times of opening doors
is my permanent past pain.
Sam H. is a college student planning to study psychology. They're an avid fan of niche TV shows and often enjoy reading in their spare time.
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