Ghost Girl
by P.J.Reed
In the darkness
The room bled red
Grey shadows jumped.
Poked and Prodded
Curtains shivered
In icy breathes
As screaming voices
Ran.
Doors slammed shut
Closed their eyes
Melted into the wall.
Running footsteps rang
Wading through the
Sinking Carpet
And Stairs fell
Away to
Nothing.
Oak wardrobe opened
Wide its arms,
Hidden under dusty
Hills of velvet,
She dissolved
Away to nothing,
Floating through the
Floor.
Copyright ©: P.J.Reed
End of the poem
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