One Day At A Time
Tuesday, April 3, 2018
The Ghost
I woke up
and through the crack
in the door
I saw the ghost
moving
as if through water
slow and fluid
it wasn't fear I felt
but strangeness
wrongness
as I shut my eyes
and hid in the dark
beneath the blankets.
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