Omissions of a Nameless Ghost

My name is Serena 

And I am a rape survivor 

My name is Adele

And I am a victim of abuse 

I am a nameless ghost made of milk 

No one survives death 

But I can hardly call myself a victim 

Because we all leave ourselves eventually  

I found myself trapped in a dusky room with a cracked light bulb swaying over my head 

My eyes were lit up as if torches were shone through my skull 

I reached up for the lamp cord 

And wrapped it around my neck 

But the cord touched nothing but stained memories 

Life ended for me before I lost my skin and flesh 

Now I’m in purgatory 

Comfortably numbed by the resemblance it has to being alive