Ghosts All Around Me Poem by Rachel Birbeck

Where I stayed my stance emplace
Felt desire for right I turn my face
There was a ghost to haunt this place
I spoke no words like his fingers laced
Around my throat and held their place

Took my breathe until stars and space
Filled my head and took my grace
A ghost of me an old refrace
And suddenly I was replaced
Bleeding out my own disgrace
Until the ghost left me defaced

Nae speak, move, express my abase
Oh how I wish I could efface
Such thoughts of ghosts I do embrace
And have away your filthy face
And from my throat your fingers unlace.