The Horror of Me

It doesn’t matter how hard I have tried

how many hours I spend

refining my talents, working on my projects, living the dream.

Missed buses, missed connections, I have never flown above it all

Until I put words on a page.

My stories are marks I have left on the world

 they are bruises that will never heal

screams that will never end

cries that begin at dusk and creep like fog along the ground

and

I am very good with that one small thing I can do.

I am

Practiced.

 

Daily Addictions Prompt: Practice

My Haunting

 

I have chosen a few things to do from the ” Ghost To Do List” in the hope that I will come back as a Ghost and at last be considered  ‘truly haunting ‘ as opposed to ‘ a bloody nightmare’.

As you will see, I have put a lot of thought into the three from the list that I have chosen:

 

I will do #3   and mess with EMF meters with all enthusiasm of a Black Friday Shopper. I have watched hours of youtube Black Friday news clips.

I have studies.  I have learned. I have absorbed.

Fear me.

I will do #7 because I happen to be very artistic. Ok. No I’m not. I can’t even draw stick figures. I’m not sure but I think there’s a law somewhere forbidding me from ever touching at supplies under any circumstances in any country for the next two thousand years. Yes. I am that bad. I have made all three of my art teachers and a Blue Scout Troop leader cry.

My handcrafted orbs will take freaky art to a new plane of existence, which is very fitting under these circumstances.

I will do #5 because all I’m going to say is, ” Can you hear me now? Can you hear me now? Can you hear me now ” and I will drive people insane. It will be AWESOME. I wonder if they will bark like dogs or turn into cannibals- but in a weird twist start to eat their own body parts- lady fingers, lady fingers,  yum yum yum.

My haunting will be fun and amusing and Exorcism Proof. I intend, as you can see to be fully prepared.

See you after Midnight.

I promise.

amm