No One Leaves The Light On
The ghosts will be waiting for me
when I open the door,
remove my work boots
and grab a Diet Dr. Pepper from the fridge.
They will be snickering as I fill a bowl
with the midnight dish of ice cream,
and scroll through NETFLIX
scary movies.
Searching for killers to take my mind from
the moments I murder.
Monsters that help me forget the nightmare I am
living.
The dead amused by the death I feed
with endless Internet searches.
Scrolling through facebook posts to find a reason that’s
not there.
I step outside to smoke a cigarette.
Ashes to ashes,
and the ghosts still waiting when I step back in to the
quiet
dark
rooms
where I can never lay to rest.
