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ghost, Öykü Akın


feel her breath slither through my corrupt lungs

decay my bones, each word

venomous as a sting, burn away my lips

her faint echo on the glass window

pierce through, what could have been

instead of the hollow shell she left me

no mocking on her placid face

only pity

her insides should have been my own

she shed me like dead skin, I am her corpse

Öykü Akın is an undergraduate student in Boğaziçi University and an emerging bilingual writer residing in Istanbul. She can be found writing micro fiction and poetry or working on her fantasy novel.


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