There is no guarantee that I will ever write anything else

Last night I saw a ghost
a former me
scrawled in a diary like a dying spider

i’d written about my life
thoughts and

and, shortly afterwards
the pen had snapped
in pity, or desperation

the previous me i saw, a
person i once knew is
now gone

the diaryist denied
replaced by a blogger
in equal decline

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