Me and He
We would go ghost hunting
in old empty houses,
me and my mate Terry.
13 -year-olds, armed only
with a flashlight
and radio-active acne.
We fed
on each other’s frights
imagined the dead arising
from toilet bowls,
and flowerpots.
Ghouls galloped across
our fevered minds,
backs crawled with thoughts
of blood-soaked talons
reaching.
It was scary fun.
Of course, me & he
had no girlfriends –
no time.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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