I had lost touch with my own body.
At night, I
Turned off the lights and
Simply disappeared.
Enter Madeleine,
The sensitive,
Fingertips playing Ouija across my skin,
Her lips such a sweet mnemonic.
In the morning,
The spirit (and such)
Is satisfied;
Haunting is now the thing forgotten--
I walk the earth once again,
A flesh and blood woman.
_________
12 spoke through the ouija:
it is the pinnacle of earth-interface....or maybe earthy in yer face....or mirth in its place....or dirth of taste...or birth and replace....
I want her to have the real thing (do I sound whiney?)...though I'm glad she doesn't disappear completely. That would be such a tragic waste.
Very nice!
Ghost = Succubus...I get you! :)
Nice job, my friend!
If Madeline is the one in the photo, I can easily see how she could restoreth your soul!
Note: the photo is just something I grabbed off the net. I searched "female ghosts" or some such.
Sure it is....
I wouldn't mind a visit from your ghost...
Oooh! Chills! In a good way.
"And such." Perfect.
Ghostly indeed...
I like this one. I tried to comment yesterday but blogger wouldn't let me.
*smiles* - i am familiar with this experience ;) xxx
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