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Ghost
Mom rushed in with a fluttering breath
Her heart pounding beneath her chest,
A bare left hand clasped into a found fist
"There's a ghost!" she cried, "In the garage."
"I can feel it."
Mom left that afternoon, in her shiny black heels
And a sparkling sweater, eyes glittering with hope
To meet her new found love
She left me twenty dollars on the table, And a weekend alone and words
"Don't go in the garage alone."
I went downstairs that night she left
All alone.
My heart pounding and my skin clammy
My mind running curious, slowly stepping
Down
Farther
And farther to each step
Flipping the fluorescent lights off,
Stumbling into the dark garage
I panicked
And felt my heart sink
Down and
Down
And down
I felt a skeletal hand touch my heart
And I knew the ghost
Was me.
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