Haunting After Hours
Just A Thought
I’ve decided when I die
that I’m not going to cross over
Instead, I thought I’d try
my shot as a ghosting poser
Maybe I'll do some haunting
on all the ones who screwed me over
float around moaning and flaunting
that I am looking for some closure
*
I’ll wait until you go to sleep
then slip into your REM's
Stirring secrets that you’ve tried to keep
mixed with a dab of spooked mayhem
Encouraging your sub-consciousness
to release your thoughts and feelings
Then stirring wee bits of ominous
with some shadows on your ceiling
*
So if we have some history
Maybe it’s best to settle up the score
I’d rather skip the mystery
Than spend eternity as a horror
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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I find it difficult to imagine you as a horror, Kelli. But then again, I haven't screwed you over (to my knowledge). I think of you haunting as a tender friend for whom I would simply wish the best.
One of my best friends recommends that we do this when we die.