window into a broken heart

its that broken feeling
wandering around a nuclear war torn city
nothing looks familiar
in the place I called home.
this person is not the person
who stood here before.
I am torn and my joints undone.
acid rakes through veins
caustic through my skin.
It burns an already melted doorknob
leading to a house that no longer stands.
the city took me with it.
it is a matter of waiting for this ghost to die…
until then
it haunts everything.

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