The Killer
THE KILLER
Standing alone on peak of the hill
I sighed to recollect that happenstance.
An unusual event sent me to imaginary world.
Just same day at dusty dusk on Sundown.
Suddenly some one pushed me from behind.
and easily penetrated through me.
I stood intact exact at the same place.
He became outrageous in full wrath.
I burst in laughter on merry and mirth.
I clarified ‘You are mistaken My Dear!
Last year you pushed me to meet instant death.
Hi, ghost! Now we are birds of same feather.’
06/29/21
'Ghost Lace'
Contest by Chantelle Anne Cooke
Copyright © Anisha Dutta | Year Posted 2021
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