Ghost Pt 2

Knock

Knock

Knock

Knock

I fly through the streets of Killarney

Pink dress

Flowers in disarray

Disarray and distress

Agony

I pound on your door

Don't you want to see me anymore?

Why did you lock me out?

Why?

What is wrong?

Open the door

There is a girl

and she is waging a war

a war on her heart

You cut her out

You were her ghost of sweet

and now in defeat

You kill what you keep

and into a ghost you let me be

She is running to your door

Ready to meet

Her tears on the floor

Sprint up the stairs

your pink walls a flash

I find apartment 2

I am glaring at you

Pounding

Kicking the air

I'll stomp on your feet

Trash you bicycle

Eat your food

Slap to the face

Break the dishes

Wail and thrash

I'll kill your fear

I just wanted a friend my dear

You didn't give me a chance

It was emotional abuse

you set a ghost loose

I am now on the run

forget me not

you never will

I swore I would stand near

So I stand at your door

A slave who shall never behave

Knock

Knock

Knock

I'll knock in the dawn

In the day

In the dusk

In the dead of night

and I'll knock on your door

forevermore

A ghost you want of me?

 

Then a ghost I'll be

I will haunt you

My writing will taunt you

But do not worry

I'll put the kettle on

and I'll make us some tea

Someday someone will turn you to a ghost

a ghost just like me

Author's Note

Reviews

[pia]

This was amazingggg
And after you telling me about it. I cam feel all your pain and emotions
This made me so sad !!!!!!!
You are a strong independent woman who dont need no man in her life

[Tony Jordan]

I think you truly are an Irish ghost!
Or at least there's one inside you trying to burst out!
I say that because this tells of sticking by someone who wronged you in order to make them rue the day they dissed you.
That is Soooo an Irish thing.
The Irish would sit on the door step of their lords and masters if they felt aggrieved and would starve themselves into emaciated ghouls until they got justice!!
So yeah...I think you have been and done that before Kathryn.
Maybe that's why the affinity with Ireland??

But apart from that blarney I want to commend you on a well executed (oooh!!) piece. The staggered pace suits the haunting feel and the varying font also adds to the 'wrong' but right intent.
Nice one K.
:)

[Kathryn Smith]

haha thank you for the review! I had no idea the Irish people did that! -Funny. Maybe you're right. Who knows. ;)

[Tony Jordan]

Oh yeah.
It must have been mad - poor postmen and milkmen trying to deliver the goods and these people nestled in the doorways all dying all stuff.
I can picture the postman
protestor - "Any for me this morning?"
postman - "Nah. Just for hid lordship"
protestor - "I've been waiting on a postcard from my sister in Paris."
postman - "Nah, sorry. - Oooh is that your ribs i can see - that looks sore.."
protestor - "Well I can't wait to haunt his lordship but I'd love to read that postcard before I snuff it.!"
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[Lorry]

The feeling of being locked out in their real world you are no longer welcome in reverberates throughout this piece. Where the phrase "Say one thing and do another" springs to mind. It's surprising how two dimensional people can be in real life, yet play the game so well in virtual unreality. Beautifully captured. Love the way you started, with the urgency of the knock growing louder, I had to go back to the start just to make sure I hadn't imagined that. :)