The Ghosts (Dedicated to my little sisters) (Final Copy)

Walking slowly

speeding up

jogging lightly

running madly

Damp grass

cold mud

squishing nastily between my toes

The frosted concrete

where my bare foot

left a perfectly clear

muddy mark

outlined over the engraved

Rest In Peace

Thick fog enveloping me

wrapping it's freezing fingers around me

until I can't see

or breathe

My breath leaving my tired body

in short

hurried

quick

gasps.

I see things

unearthly things

come to kill my mortal body

rip my still-beating heart out of my ribs

and breathe their cloudy breath onto the dripping blood

for the unintentional defacing of the

hidden memorial of the dead

I hear see the smiles of the desecrated dead

hear their voices whistling through the dark trees

smell the burning flesh of other contaminators of the

resting place of the expired

My long legs

pounding the ground wildly

to avoid the living dead

chest heaving painfully

feet numbing slowly on the frigid ground

Dashing crazily from the

deadly nightmare in a cemetery

that has become my dark reality