you haunt me like the phantom that slipped out from the afterlife and wanders aimlessly in bayfront park. my mind is static and picking up snow— sometimes when i close my eyes i see you clothed in a ghostly white sundress, cheeks still supple but your eyes are clawing at themselves: they drown in dry blood and meaningless tears. so i change the channel or turn the page but you follow me everywhere i go. so i see you staring right at me in a gothic grainy black and white and it sends chills down my spine.
something is following me and i need a chance to prove it. i need a chance to touch you. i need a chance to capture this vibration i feel; it crawls into my soul and swallows me whole— this permanent fixation, these ghosts swimming in ectoplasm, this miracle face that suits you so well—
don't possess me with this feeling please i want to be alone
