I write poems about getting better. Paint pictures of everyone smiling in my dreams- hold it close with my memories. I hear the rumbling of my rib cage and know that I need more. My heart bursts and is overflowing- it pours through the crowd and everyone gets drenched in my spirit. A part of me died long ago and I carry around the remains like locket. People talk shit and I overhear them say, “dead girl walking” as I pass by. But, I’m not entirely a ghost yet. So when my memories bleed over, don’t mind if they sting alittle. Let me haunt my favorite parts of this world in peace. Let me fall back in love with everyone’s smile. Let me write poems about getting better. -AMT ©️