Dystopian Junk Mail

Ghost Calls

ghost calls

Sight failed and voice that can't speak, you emptied out your hands with the dirt you took from the grave you came out of. Still damp and I knew you were just a phantom looking to provoke night time torment, so I turned away from you. Let you disappear back into the walls. The mirror blinking it's eye in a wink. It knows what I know. It saw you once pass by it. The night you held fire in your mouth like a jack o' lantern speaking in flames. You haunt me no more.

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