the haunting

by humanmama on November 1, 2012

Something is haunting me. Or really, someone.

I see his deep, black, beady eyes in the darkness, searching for me at all hours of night. I can hear his moans, his cries. Yes, it’s most often at night, but sometimes in the day. It seems like he is consumed by some need, some need that only I can meet.

He isn’t angry, though, he’s happy most often. And really, if you’re going to be haunted, well,

isn’t this a nice ghost to be haunted by?

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