I feel you there
Just behind my eyes
Behind the long-since modified smile the world sees
I no longer wear a mask
Yet I know
That the me I was before
The me that has yet to live
Still lives a ghostly life within
I get glimpses when I look
With the right sight
The way a child sees playmates
Where others do not
Other times you are gone
Do you leave me
Or do I leave you
Inspired by The Daily Post Daily Word Prompt 2016: ghost
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“Oh, it’s my pleasure, absolutely,” she said with a tinny, manufactured brightness as she cleared away the strangely-soiled sheets from the bathroom floor while a portly couple in hotel bathrobes sat at the table on the terrace, eating what looked to have been a whole roast chicken, making sounds that made her uncomfortable as she worked.
As soon as she could, she got herself out of the room, cursing for the umpteenth time having to do this job.
Once on the other side of the door, she sighed with relief, looking forward to the end of her shift and the bottle of wine awaiting her at home.
Inspired by The Daily Post Daily Word Post: pleasure
It had been fucking abrupt.
She’d come home to the apartment they shared to find he’d moved himself out while she was at work. At work, working at the restaurant – his restaurant.
It was a shock. Strange to feel the ghosts of his things. For half of the life of their home to be gone, just like that.
It almost felt like the floor tilted in places – like a strange funhouse – where only her stuff remained, as if the weight of her things had warped the balance of the room.
She walked around, numb, dazed, picking up an odd hanger or empty CD case, watching dust bunnies scatter as she passed through the rooms.
The only remaining evidence of his presence were two flat unused cardboard boxes, $1.87 in change, and a few crumpled receipts.
Later that night, after the shock had worn off and reality had set in, she used the cardboard boxes as a makeshift bed. (The thought of sleeping in their bedroom was unbearable. Plus, she’d drunk the better part of a bottle of Red Label and the distance seemed insurmountable in the moment.)
It would be a month, after she’d moved out herself, after she found a new place, after a friend loaned her a blow-up bed, until she slept off the floor again.
(There’s nowhere left to fall if you are already on the floor.)
Inspired by The Daily Post Daily Word Prompt: abrupt
“I find you each equally captivating,” she purred reassuringly to her beloved two cats, as was her fashion anytime she’d spent solo time with just one so as not to appear to be playing favorites.
Inspired by The Daily Post Daily Word Prompt: captivating
And with one long last look after him as he left the diner, Mary Johnson put the leftover change in the till and then shook her head, bewildered, once again, at the ever-baffling behaviors of the human race.
Inspired by The Daily Post Daily Word Prompt: bewildered
Drains the last of the bottle
Looking out into the blue-black bruise of night
No trains coming through ’til morning
In a blackout he meets his own dark soul
But he won’t remember it in the morning
He listens with Jack Daniels’ ears
For something, for anything
He watches the static of the old tv
Waiting for God to speak to him again
And just before he passes out
He has an epiphany, which is then lost
Inspired by The Daily Word Prompt: static