I’m sitting across from my ghost at the table,
sipping a morning coffee while she sulks and glares and pouts.
I try and ignore her as much as I’m able,
but she loudly cries and screams and shouts.
At night she lies next to me, still as a corpse,
while I toss and turn, jerk and kick, in tormented sleep.
If you leave it in the oven too long, a soul warps,
so I wonder, which of us will God keep?
Excerpt from Persephone Unleashed