We are haunted.
All living beings are haunted.
We are shapeshifters.
We are not how we were born
Our bodies have died many times
The cells, the teeth, the brain,
they all have changed their form.
To live is to haunt.
Not yet corpses,
still, we rot.
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PoetryProse and poetry~ Because that is somehow the necessity of life after fiction.
We rot
We are haunted.
All living beings are haunted.
We are shapeshifters.
We are not how we were born
Our bodies have died many times
The cells, the teeth, the brain,
they all have changed their form.
To live is to haunt.
Not yet corpses,
still, we rot.