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My Ghost Boy
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love crap I was thinking about ghosts too
As he told me of the many times
They appeared tauntingly in his life.
He spoke of a cold gusty wind, the
Lights guttering out, the heater growling.
The television shuts itself off.
I get a text message from his house phone
The light above me flickers and fades
He speaks of an angry shadow
Red and stalking, ready to attack.
He’s seen ghosts many times,
Have I ever seen a ghost?
He says he’s spoken through a Ouija board.
He says he’s seen a lot of ghosts.
Have I ever seen one?
I ponder away, have I?
Perhaps this perfect boy
On the line who I think of
Oh so much, to everyone else
Is just a ghost.
