Hello?
Can you hear me?
I can't quite be certain.
This thing—
the spirit box?
I don't think it's working.
The battery?
It's dead.
I can't find the plug-in.
The static?
It's there...
but I can't seem to use it.
Tomorrow?
Try then?
It's just out of service?
That's okay.
I can wait.
I'd rather not be a burden.
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Ghostwriter
PoetryLiving with mental illness can oftentimes trap one within the inner maze of their mind. In that place, dreams, fears, wishes, and regrets all compile together to create a new world far from the one we physically exist in. At times, it becomes easy t...
