project 52 / week 50 / held

it’s the only way to be alive
and as your resident living dead person,
i had to tell you so.
something fell out
something important
but I can’t quite —
I can’t think it through
I know it’s gone
but what it was —
I just don’t know
I don’t have anymore fight left in me
I am transparent as a ghost
I’ll tell the truth,
but only some of the time, on sunday’s
I’ll write it all out so they’ll know (the living, I mean)
who I was
what I did
the things I couldn’t feel
the moments I kept
because it’s the only way
to stay alive
as a living dead person
to hurt or haunt