Little love.

Little care.

Little white fingerprints

Dashing up your spine.

It’s almost Halloween –

Who cares? Really?

It’s not like ghosts

Really exist……

She is grey

She is grey.

Everything is grey –

Where has all the color gone

Why is there so much grey?

You look

You realize

Maybe you were wrong.

Fingers in the snow (so cold)

Chills around your knees.

Scattered in the tombstones

Withered paper flowers

Fly.

Why are you here?

It’s not like ghosts

Are real,

It’s not like

You’re afraid……

Who is she?

She’s hiding –

Rings around the cold grey trees –

Manacles around shattered hands.

The dark

The grey

The fog

No ghosts, nothing

At all…

Don’t let them scare you

You are not a child

Anymore

There are no monsters

There are no ghosts

What is real

Is real

What you can’t see

Is real

Too…

No ghosts.

No more.

No clammy tombstones

No rising from the dead

No more of those

Moaning

Haunting

Shaking sounds behind you

No

No

No.

No more.

Stop.

No ghosts.

No grey.

Color

Where is the color

Where have all the ghosts gone?