In My Ghost Box

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