My Ghost

From my hands
Promises fell
Looking back
Remember well

Then forget it all
A gunshot made a hole
It needs to stay hollow

From my fingers
Glowing traces
Holograms of the things
touched by them

Then erase it all
Water hit the sand wall
Destroy and let it go

Stay behind me
And stop singing
Take your hands off my body
And quit whispering to my ears

Your whole existence disgusts me
You,
the dead me
You,
who I used to be

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