Daily Post: disappear – draft notes

You disappeared long ago; I wept and wondered.
I let you slide out of me like ectoplasm.

You used to say I’d stay a ghost but
it’s always been you,
who floated,
who walked through walls,

a phantom stranger
with teeth and living hands

You slid out of me, ectoplasm,
and I let you. You are
a phantom stranger in
my memories with strong teeth
and living hands that reach
into my head through
dreams that drench me
in ice-cold sweat and I feel
dead when I wake up after
midnight to feel you flee
from the fake bed in my head.
I watch you float through walls,
your smile is unfamiliar.

Disappear

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