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