My former self slips through the ghost town Breathing heavy through cracks in the windowsA souless journey makes new enemiesCountless drips and heartbeat rhythms Can moonless rooms soothe slender memories and Make full circle starving thoughts
Seduced by the cough and repulsed by the laugh Whisper me in shards of glass
What is the sum of 11 and 9:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.