029
It’s funny, being a ghost.
It’s almost like being plugged into
that 1 AM television static
and your eyes are laced
with blood and regret.
I was almost a ghost,
the day they put all the needles in me.
I saw them floating around,
groaning but still managing to smirk
at each other.
Some of them grabbed at my pinpricked arms
and their fuzzy skin felt like heaven
but it was really too bad that I knew
I didn’t deserve any kind of heaven
and the tubes that connected to the needles
were tugging me back down
with them.
It’s funny, being a ghost.
At first it’s all fun and games;
unlimited coins in the arcade area,
and you’re just a little kid again,
but then they give you a job
and some student loans
and suddenly the staticky feeling
you feel on your skin
feels foreign.
If I was a ghost,
I’d hate myself even more.
