the escape.
he feels the presence of a ghost
sifting through the thickness of the night
shadowing him, following him.
and he attempts to lose it but
its ghostly ways are omniscient, so
it stays 3 steps ahead of his game
and keeps peddling right beside him.
right beside him, its vapor quietly lingers
and squeezes his throat, leaving him to squeal
and wail and cry out nothing but dust from beneath
the crux of his tonsils.
eyes roll back - sight blackened like the night
that they are both buried in and his soul lifts up
inside of the ghost to carry it away,
just to get a grip on another traveling soul.
