empathic--desparity

Trauma's Ghost Pitch black, the smothering darkness Made better, brighter, by the light of the moon Accented with the twinkle of stars Large, evergreen trees, silhouetted by the remarkable scene A lone girl, a phantom, never noticed by any of the living Wanders deep in the overgrown village, a town that sleeps She is held prison by her past, doomed to repeat it Time slips through her intangible fingers like silky grains of sand Barefoot, she walks the same path she did on that mortifying day She doesn't understand why the familiarity is so alluring The sense of dread, melancholy, she's done this over and over Inspecting the remnants of wha