Haunted
At night
When I’m neither asleep nor awake
I hear whispers
I feel his breath on my ear
His voice loud and clear
A man with a Belfast accent
Is looking for Linda
A spirit coming back from the dead
To haunt me
As I lie sweating in bed
Am I ill?
Is this all in my head?
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All this confusion and dread
Commotion
Overheard conversations
Information overload and
Flashing in front of my eyes
Dark crystals for protection
Sage smudging and cleansing
I’m not sure of their intentions
Will they guide me and help
Will they torture and torment me forever?
Whatever they want,
I can live with the ghosts
The thing I want to ask most is…
Who the fuck is Linda?
by Ailie W. Smith





