GHOST HOST

I know what I see, what I see, I believe, but some things

you see are meant to deceive.

GHOST HOST

I know what I see, what I see, I believe, but some things

you see are meant to deceive.

An inner sense reveals that I’m not alone during bedtime

lullabies.

I’m host to a ghost who froze me in fear with words I can

not verbalize.

Under the covers, a chill pinches my toes

Must I survive the night to avoid the crows?

I closed my eyes tight, tight from the fright and

painfully tight

I saw memory of my truth, memory of my first

coloured light.

A Delphinium blue sunrise sets on my fiction of the

time. I’m caught up again in this dreadful reality cycle

of mine.

There is no room to breathe from the tightening dome

above

My inner sense tells me that this ghost brings me

no love.

I’ll count to three, then pull the blanket, THREE!

Dash off from the bed to head to the door

But my ankles grabbed while in the air, I soar.

Faceplant hard to the cold, splinter-chilled floor

Now, being dragged toward the darkness under

the bed.

I swam on the floor, caught; surely I’d be dead.

Scratching, scratching with frequent blunt forces of

bangs and knocks

A familiar site, just this time, I’m on the outer side of a

coffin’s wooden box.

Vita, I don’t want to leave you.

Mortuis, I feel at home with you.

Perhaps I’ll let myself be dragged and allow the body to

end up toe-tagged and bagged.

While my haunted soul lives in the darkness with this

terrifying ghost

Who’s underworld bidding captured me, now being my

host?

The last I heard was the ghostly moans of an angry

monster

Hysteria consuming me in the darkness of this sinister

partner.

I closed my eyes tight, tight from the fright and painfully

tight

I saw memory of my truth, memory of my first coloured

light.

I open my eyes from under the bed, my legs tangled in

the Delphinium blue blanket I once had over my head.

I know what I see, what I see, I believe, but some things

you see are meant to deceive.

-maurice