Ghosts

A ghost moved into my house today. She watches me from the bathroom mirror. Her dark eyes startled me and I noticed her pale skin stretched across her bones. She reached out for help but I ran out of the cold bathroom before she could catch me.
'How mysterious,' I thought. I longed to help her, help her lift those black eyes, or maybe produce one small smile. But my hospitality soon disappeared when she started to scream. A horrible, haunted sound coming from the bathroom mirror. I grabbed a coffee mug. And broke the mirror. It was then I realized the ghost would not leave.
The screaming got louder.
I realized, the ghost was me.


Yup. I've had a rough time lately.

But I write poetry, so here's a taste of that. I thought it was a little appropriate for the topic.

His heart with no home,
Is sent to wander and roam.
His life unseen,
Sighs a silent scream.
His breath in the icy air,
Warm ghosts escaping his lips.