My past is an overworked chalkboard
I choke on the dust of memories,
As I desperately try to clear the space.
The words still slightly visible
Like an immutable ghost.
The only way to resist the haunting;
I write over the regrettable sentences.
Even then, the ghost words remain,
Mixing with the fresh chalk
Coming together to create:
me
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Halloween wall from a few years agoPhoto by Anna Masciandaro
Christmas wall from a few years agoPhoto by Anna Masciandaro


















