She has that faraway look again
The one I can’t break through
Where I don’t recognize her completely
She’s staring at something I cannot see
From long ago, perhaps
Digging into those locked boxes of bad memories
Or maybe the chest full of good ones
That still hurt just as much
Maybe she’s revisiting old ghosts
There are so many that haunt her now
Yet even more can grasp her if she loses focus
And they all tear her to pieces
Some with malice, some joy, some loss
And some are sheer possession
Some of them aren’t even real.

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