Call off the search, I know where you’re hiding. I’m sleeping on a twin sized mattress and staring at exposed rafters that look like they’re rotting away. I dare the whole thing to cave in and it gives me no truce. I lost my voice this morning and I don’t care if I ever get it back- and if I could run from the chaos, you’d never see me again. Light your last match on the lantern that leads to me. If you say truth, I’ll tell you my favorite lie. Keep my palms turned over because I forgot how to be merciful- I’m too tired to pray, anyways. Hurry up and wait for it all to get better. I’m not a soul you need to know but you want to and you crave it like the last cigarette we smoked in my backyard. The matches falling on the dew coated grass, making it singe. You’ll hide beneath every memory and people will worry that you’re trapped. Can ghosts be living beings too ? Someone swore they saw you yesterday and I asked them if they believed in ghosts. -AMT©️