l i t t l e n o t e s

ghost.

the ghost of my old self

she haunts me

she makes me remember

how it feels

to walk my numb fingertips

across my protruding ribs

to feel the satisfaction

of waking up to a sunken stomach

that dipped below my hip bones

to feel the tight grip

on my arm

that reached around

to feel the hollow

of my collarbones

and the safety it gave me

i remember it all

when she haunts me

the ghost of my old self