The Closest I’ll Get to an Afterlife

by on June 25, 2021 :: 0 comments

He lived in a morgue
that was renovated into a house
(an old friend of mine
I haven’t seen in years),
and the spirits would come out
at night, poking you in your sleep,
or so I was told
because I’m yet to meet a ghost
who wasn’t still alive.

editors note:

Still, would rather meet than be one. – mh clay

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