Wednesday, September 12, 2018


Oh, Ouija Board,
please bring me spirits.
Spirits of the light
and ones of the damned.
I want to hear their tales
of past lives and woes.
I want to feel
their ghostly presence.
Their dead breath
on my face.
I  feel their cold breath.
Shrieks fill the night.
Icy fingers trail down my face.
They’re at my neck.
Too tight.
Much too tight…

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