Ghosts

 I've been slipping in and out of consciousness. 

What's consciousness? I'm not quite sure. 

All my life, I've lived in this vessel,

With a rope tugging at my bones. 

The world around me spins harder, 

Like a carousel run by ghosts. 

Ghosts from my past,

Ghosts I can't quite get rid of,

Ghosts I slowly started to call my own. 


-Ananya Gupta 




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