So I’ve been haunting this girl for three weeks. I swirl fingertip poetry on the steamed bathroom mirror while she showers. She only stares at her reflection, never seeing me floating behind her.
One night, I bang open her kitchen cabinets. Flour tumbles in a white puff, illuminating my formlessness, momentarily. Look at me! She only sighs and sweeps the floor. She blames the cat.
While she’s sleeping, I stroke her cheek gently. She murmurs sweet nothings, cuddling the pillow closer, but doesn’t wake. Lovesick, I howl my frustrations, transcending realms. She blames the wind.
When will she notice my affections?
I like the imagery….the bathroom mirror, the tumblers.
Looks like this world cannot be reached so the ghost is stuck in a place of perpetual longing, like so many people.
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Enjoyed this. So much!
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I liked this. Well done.
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