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The Spirit of the Season

The Spirit of the Season

written by: Ivanka Fear



Every creak you hear…
my footsteps on the floorboards as I creep unseen behind you.
Every moan you note…
my sigh in surround sound as I speak mournfully in your ear.

Every spirit you see…
my shape a shadow on the wall as I peer speechless at you.
Every ghost you glimpse…
my death shroud shimmering as I materialize before your eyes.

Every breeze you feel…
my breathless breath upon your neck as I kiss your rosy cheek.
Every chill you shiver…
my embrace of death as I ease my fingers along your skin.

Every scent you smell…
my presence caressing as I envelope your body.
Every essence you detect …
my soul encompassing as I possess your senses.

Every grain you taste…
my lips skimming yours as I trace my tongue back and forth.
Every morsel you savour…
my mouth smothering as I take your breath away.

Every dream you dream…
my phantom form floating above you as I return, eternally yours.
Every refrain you keep hearing…
my lyrics on your radio as I hum my haunting melody.

Every festive season, my dear,
my skeletal remains freed from beneath as I seek to release you from your earthly ties.
Every New Year’s Eve, don’t fear,
my unrelenting spirit sent back to the biosphere as I beseech you to come die with me.

Did you really believe I would ever leave you?
A mere ghost of Christmases past?

Not on your life.
I’ll forever and always be your ghostly wife
to have and to haunt till death do us reunite.

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