GHost

 

gHost.pngI saw a ghost at your door

Flimsy. Wispy. Terribly unsure.

Your arm appeared and you lured her in.

That wonderful lust. That terrible sin.

The sand had barely trickled through

When out she came,slightly blue.

More translucent than before

You made her less

By making her whore.

It wasn’t during..

You weren’t that brave.

It was later

In silence

You made her your slave.

I saw the ghost. The ghost was me.

I’m sure you’ve guessed it.

I’m sure you see.

It wasn’t all in my head.

I see that now, the lust is dead.

I see the ghost was in your eyes

The words you spoke. Those silky lies.

I may have been wispy

I may have been ghost

But you my dear

Were a terrible host.

(c) Slumpless

 

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