In My Ghost Box

Posted: November 22, 2013 by dukefrederick in creative writing, poetry
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In my ghostbox shall put the chill of an empty room,
The hissing of a human snake
And a spider lost in my heart.

In my ghostbox I shall put a book of spells, in a locked cupboard
The story of a spinning globe
And the choking dust from a bomb blast.

In my ghostbox I shall put the congregation singing for survival
The sweet treacherous gas slipping through time
And the life of my soul being shrunk.

In my ghostbox I shall put the hunting bear staring through the dark,
The slammed door of the convict’s cell
And the witches curses coming through time.
Written By: Sucram yr 9

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  1. INC says:

    There is quite a community of poets and writers on WordPress, Sucram. You might enjoy looking at some of their work. Here are two of our newest followers: http://lesplaisirssimplesdelavie.wordpress.com/
    http://charlottecuevas.wordpress.com/

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