Originally written on 30/ 04/ 2013
Edited and published 10/ 07/ 2014
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Worms are eating up in my head;
Crawling in my brain
Leaching in it
A ghost child; thin and frail
With black lips sitting on a chair
Pale yellow skin with eyes sinking in their holes
At first I thought “he is sick, stay away”
But then I knew
He wasn't human, not a child of earth
Maybe an abomination;
A conception of a bad
sperm
In my thoughts I wasn't wrong;
To my calls he didn't respond
In my eyes he didn't look
He only sat on his chair
Shaking his legs in the fourth lane
In the always sunny rest room
On the first visit he didn't move
His chair was set in the corner, he didn't leave
To the bathroom I went and then I left
But being there gave me the creeps
On another visit I saw him again
I am much distracted by his looks
I scream at him, I shout and curse
But still to that he gave no response
Girls, horrified, decided to leave
Only two, caught up by curiosity, stayed
This time the boy came out of the lane
Stood in a corner with his body shaking
His right leg hitting against the wall
While I scream: “a ghost!” and I point
No one sees him but me
The girls, in horror, look into my eyes
A man rushes in, taking the boy away
I was stunned, the ghost is taken out!
The man wore an olive green garment
With brownish yellow hair and a big moustache
He takes the boy then rushes in again
He apologizes as I scream
His greyish green eyes go red
He looks at me in anger
To the ground he kneels
Into the floor his hand goes
Flooding the sinks and closing the doors
The girls and I are trapped inside
No one can hear us on the other side
To my screams I wake up, horrified
It's four minutes to sun rise
I am sweaty and shaking
Bewildered and lost
Was that a message or only a manifestation?
I’ll never know!!!
Perhaps it was my mind;
Seeking unity in its mess.
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