Stephanie Uhranowsky
writer. creative. outsider. wild woman.
ghost.
I am a bag of bones
Time took its toll
She spits the seeds I’ve sown
Then swallows my soul
There’s empty space
under my suit of skin
She wears my face
But I didn’t let her in
Do they know she’s here?
This buzz inside my skull
She clings to my fears
Her pain never dulls
There’s a ghost
in my house.
And I don’t know how to get her out.
