puloma ghosh

you linger within me like an apparition.

k appears as always, around midnight, a

silhouette on my ex-roommate’s stripped bed.

in the winter i’m pretty because the loneliness makes my face slack, my eyes intense. there are no stories without loneliness.

nick wants to know if the salt will soften me, so we dive into the sea and fight to keep each other below its surface.

the first time isabel saw camila’s ghost, she was standing at her bedside next to the iv drip. her face was still eighteen and fresh.