Ghosts
I hear them when I sleep
They distract me while I eat
They stash away my belongings
Only for me to find them weeks later
They whisper while I speak
And make a commotion in the silence
My hair raises when they’re near
And my skin crawls when they tap my shoulder
My head spins when they talk
And my hands itch when they leave
The whispers hurt my ears
The whispers get louder
And louder
And painfully louder
Until it’s the only thing that I can even think
Her invisible form makes a clamor in the kitchen
She’s dragging something against the wall
A thin line appears in the hall
My heart rate increases when she says my name
And it stops when she throws a knife through it.
