My legs didn’t move.
Ghost is real.
I dreamed of Alexander.
He loves me this time.
He brings white roses.
He kisses my wrist.
His eyes bleed.
He asks why.
I don’t answer.
I don’t remember.
I am Kira Blackwell.
They change my meds.
More drip. Less stab.
A tube in my arm.
I can’t feel where it begins.
Maybe it’s part of me now.
It’s always been a part of me.
I am Kira Blackwell.
The speaker plays a song I used to love.
Then it loops.
Then it loops.
Then it loops.
Ghost?
He’s quiet now.
I think he’s hiding.
Maybe I buried him.
Ghost is real.
I am Kira Blackwell.
I am—
What was I saying?