In Spirit Not Body

The day I died I was wearing two unmatched poka dotted socks.

One had a hole where my big toe breathed fresh air, while the other had a bright pink covering.

I remember because as I had been walking out the door to school my mother had scolded me. She had apparently read online that guys almost always noticed a girls feet first.

Well, mom I guess I don’t have to worry about that anymore.

Who's going to look at a dead girl’s feet?

Of course though, life was just completely stubborn into leading me on to the afterlife happy and bright lights. Where I could live peacefully and in bliss.

Yeah, no.

I was left void less, remaining in spirit but not body.

Watching everyone live, while I was dead .
Watching everyone forget me.
Watching police try to find me.
Watching the man who killed me go after another victim.