This ghost, it sleeps under my bed. Sometimes under me, over me and in me.
When he is awake, he delves in most of my nights and devours the energy I muster.
He lingers and follows, he morphs into different shapes.
A possessive and jealous ghost he is, even when I form an ounce of smile for something he makes sure I never forget him.
It would sit on my shoulders and eat on my hair, it would grow heavier on my wings!
and even then, I came to find comfort and companionship in this lost ghost.
I don’t remember when or how we met, but he’s been here for so long I don’t know what’s left of me without him
It stays, it weeps and wraps its arms around me.
I am terrified of ghosts and this one looks a lot like me. It sleeps on my bed. At times over me, under me, and in me.