I am not what I am;

I am the empty chair at the table,
the skipped heartbeat, the unlit candle.

I am the ghost in the grocery aisle,
tracing the prices of my worth.

I am the hunger and the hollow,
the prayer and the punishment.

And still, beneath the snowdrift of my skin,
something trembles—
not yet dead, not yet gone

#shortpoetry #draft

《 Nyx Thinks 》

I am not what I am;

I am the empty chair at the table,
the skipped heartbeat, the unlit candle.

I am the ghost in the grocery aisle,
tracing the prices of my worth.

I am the hunger and the hollow,
the prayer and the punishment.

And still, beneath the snowdrift of my skin,
something trembles—
not yet dead, not yet gone

#shortpoetry #draft

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