There's no such thing as a friendly ghost
of course.
Death never feels fair
Even draped in warm white sheets.
Drifting this way through walls
lacking the chemistry to care
you are the same terror as ever.
The rattling of chains
as you lock your bike.
The crashing of pans
as you wash the dishes.
The low boat-groan that escapes
when you realize you're still here.
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