I'm a Ghost

I'm a Ghost
Shooting up
On the rug
Found a stink bug.

He went up her nose
then down her throat
with it's foul perfume giving her throat a thick coat.


She gags
then pukes
all over her brand new boots

While I sit here and watch.
Helpless and sad.
Wishing things weren't always so bad.


Her arms are red from the punctures
like small bugs crawling all over her
She doesn't understand its all a blur.

"Why are you here?
Did you come to play with me?
Do you like what you see?"


I don't know what to do,
What to say,
Or how to say it.


In truth, i would have stopped her long ago,
If I could.
And so I should.


But I am dead to her now.
A ghost that haunts her.
A reminder.


A memory.
An emotion.
Her very last notion.


I stare down at her in a white sun dess now,
laying still in a casket.
With her favorite doll carrying a small basket.


She's the dead one now.
She will be my memory,
My emotion,
My Ghost.




~ARS~
2/7/11