Ghostwriter
Ghost Writer.
How vulnerable
I am,
Haunted
By your presence.
Dreaming a dream
That makes me restless.
Walking the halls
In the lobby.
Disembodied without you.
Ghosted,
And mayby
Busted.
The spirit of
A double white shadow
Detected.
The semblance of
A total swap-file's
Scary validation.
And the ghost writer,
That secondary image
Appearing
On the screen
Of my eyes,
Caused by
My poor or
Bad reciever or
My double reception.
Urging me
Beyond the covered way
But I am afraid,
For spirit is often
Interchangeable.
The spirit of a friend
For another person.
The legend that feeds
Or feeds on a human being.
How vulnerable
I am,
Haunted
By your presence.
Dreaming a dream
That makes me restless.
Walking the halls
In the lobby.
Disembodied without you.
Copyright © Thresha Reese | Year Posted 2018
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