My Ghost

I looked in the mirror this morning.

 

A ghost stared back.

Her eyes were glassy and sunken in, 

and her cheeks were hollow. 

Her lips matched her skin.

 

Pale, and slightly translucent,

she stared blankly back at me. 

Her gaze held the essence 

of an ignored and worn out plea. 

 

And without blinking,

a single tear slid down her left cheek.

At the same moment, 

I felt something wet fall from my right eye. 

 

It was the first of many tears, 

for the ghost girl and I. 

Reviews

[mariah]

wow this is beautiful! it speaks for it's self. nice work!
- mariah

[Chris]

poignant without being maudlin. Something believable and not extreme at all.

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

Pretty haunting Anna, I liked it.