Ghost in the Heart

I can see right through your translucent words.

Because the remnants of what you once called spirit are caged betwixt ribs.

These drips don't count.

These trips won't amount.

These hips are stuck in perpetual agony.

I stopped begging you to let me free.

I stepped away.

I quit holding the knife by the blade.

I quit trying to make you the person that would save.

Because I landed on two feet.

Shattered ankles don't matter to a soul.

Shattered wrists don't matter to those that bite.

Splinters of a wounded person will always leave deep scars.

I am ashamed I thought I was wise enough to pick you up.