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Ghostly Revenge

She cries, “Save me!” to a deaf multitude,
Her words ringing through the abandoned street.
Silence greets her increasing amplitude.
Vainly, she strains to free her shackled feet.
Hallucinating, she reaches her hand
Out to an apparition. Her parched lips
Ache for the relief of water, face tanned
By the unrelenting sun. Fingertips
Outstretched, she implores her ghostly husband:
“I promise, I won’t run away again!”
Twisting his face into a cruel leer, and
Ambling away, he replies, “Oh, Morgan
You disobeyed me. Now you shall pay.” He
Vanishes, leaving her chained to the tree.



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Firelover said...
today at 4:11 pm:
disturbing yet not disturbing.it makes me think. which one is the ghost?
 
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today at 6:32 pm :
The husband is the ghost. :D This was written during a coffee high, hence the mildly disturbing mood. I have absolutely no clue why I actually wrote this sonnet, but I'm glad it makes you think (now I feel like this poem finally has a purpose!). ^_^ Anyways, have a great day!
 
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