Ghost Mode

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B.M. Hronich

 

I’d like to drive to the end of the endless dark road

Until the land meets the water

A long as the sun doesn’t rise, the shore doesn’t come

My mind wandering, the gruelling thoughts lulling,

Skipping along the notes of my favorite songs

The harmony thrumming through the old car speaker

 

I fantasize disseminating like smoke into the wind

Lost thus free

A wandering soul amidst the hell goers

No longer a begging plea

One can only go so far melting inside herself

Sinking beneath the skin

Her bones a fragile barrier

Between them and what manages to shatter within

What if their words became a whisper in the bird song

Something I’d only notice now and then

Rather than the thunderous lion’s roar

Desperate to find cover, trying to predict when it will begin again

 

I browse the flights

Flicker through the bookings I can’t afford

Plan a night in the car

Grasping for another life to flee toward

 

I recognize the meaningless in all the things

That once carried so much weight for me

Repeat their hateful words in my head like a mantra

Disregard the promise in the colloquoy of my loved ones

Reminiscing on the memories of their falters

 

The invisibility cloak can be thick

Invincibility in each strand

My moments in the daylight sparse

My trace like footprints in the sand

My towers amidst clouds, invasion unfeasible

The helpless memory of me barred from the wonderland

My number is changed, and your contact is lost

I refuse to be the continued play thing you leave broken

I’ll slip away like the water you try to grasp

Never again will you hear the sound of my voice being spoken.

 

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B.M. Hronich is graduating with the class of 2026 with a major in biology and a minor in creative writing. She is pursuing a career both as a physician assistant and an author.