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Ghost Girl
by S.J. Tylerghost girl walks up to the window to see me write
puts her hand on the glass and with desperate eyes
slides it down to the pane
leaving a long thin smudge
like her wispy, clammy hand
then doesnt budge
her eyes focused on my hands
as they freeze, no longer writing
her stare starts to burn them
and she smiles
what a sadist
now both hands are on the glass
like Edvard Munchs Scream
her mouth open wide in a silent howl
I wish she would melt like the oily paint
and not look at me so
and not stop me from working when I try to
never speaking
just staring
with those dead but fiery eyes
go away and let me be
you frail ghost of a child, underfed and underloved,
you wont get any of those things from me
not while you frighten me so
Im shivering and singed
and now my brittle hands cant get anything done
because my memory holds the vanished ghost girl
knowing Im telling her secret
while she burns me through the glass 11/22/2003 Posted on 11/22/2003
Copyright © 2025 S.J. Tyler
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 11/22/03 at 11:09 PM unique and intriguing. It seems you have a spectral anti-muse. Or is she a muse? fascinating, imaginative work. I find I want to know more about her. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 11/23/03 at 11:03 PM I see this as a wonderful introspective piece. Trying to deal with the ghosts of a haunted past. Great inagery that feeds the reader a glimpse of the inner workings of the poet's mind. |
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