I hear her sometimes,
Crying out at night.
Her pale face lit by the moon's light.
Tears streak her rosy cheeks,
She's trying to be quiet.
"They can hear me breathing"
Her dark eyes open wide,
And she starts screaming
Then she vanishes,
As though she never was.
They caught her,
They beat her,
Drugged her.
I know this because,
She is the ghost
Of the girl I was.
