#ghostinabottle

between the books

like prison guards

they stand at attention

her hands press against 

the glass the condensation

of her breath glowing

swirled colors 

frosting like ice at the edges

small & perfectly

comfortable

but i can’t let her go

if i let her ghost free…

i would just be

what i have always been

there is no place in this world

left for the sadness

polluting me 

so i protect her

from me

while making her my company

& it’s that justification

that makes me 

crazy

-they keep saying this is normal but-

hemly