I am haunted
by a ghost who stole my brother’s name
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I am abandoned
by someone whose skin
whose hair
whose eyes don’t exist anymore
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heartbroken
I barely stand on my feet
an organ donor
whose organs were crushed
unusable
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nothing was usable
we weren’t asked
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I am haunted by my mother’s voice
my mother’s voice changed forever then and there
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I call you home to me
but home hasn’t existed for a while now
has it ever existed
maybe you’re home
and I’m not
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do you appear as I imagine you
Croque-Melpomene 