Ghost

She watches her figure
break the filmy glass,
throwing her pale
bony
skeleton
against her eyes.
Her hips slide around in
empty skin
as she walks toward the wall,
her naked thighs glistening with
mist from the shower.
Her hair is wet,
lopsided with straggly bits
hanging further to the left.
Her piercings glitter with
diamond pain and
shallow infections,
throbbing as she
sneers at her picture visage,
like Alice in a fight with the
Looking Glass.
Her teeth are sharpened pearls.
Her eyes are swollen sapphires lined with
amethyst and ruby skin.
She's tired and she can smell the bitter smoke of the day
against her lily skin.
She watches her figure
against the filmy grain of the
camera
and knows she's once and for all
A ghost.