Not So Long Ago

Haunted by the ghost trace of the words, I still see them, a little less than constantly. And it makes me wonder.
Am I just a play thing among many? A toy?

What did it mean?

I’m wearing a hooker’s stained red dress and I see her face with a fire white halo hanging above it.

I remember.

The colours from the screen started to mix with the fierce light and my faithless eyes until I could no longer see any words. They disappeared and left me with a headache, which was not aided by the tears that fell.

This is me and maybe I’ll never understand.

But I will always try.