GHOSTLY---ALIVE

there's a ghost in my house
it robs the reflection I shave
Death wriggles lower still
bitter bitter mothers pill
footsteps follow me
shadows swallow me
there's a ghost in my house

On words such as social media
it copies  my days
copies my ways
no sleep drifts as fog
across my river eyes

there's a ghost in my house
which has never died
fashion fits the only spend
language bent
suspended with twisted revenge

circles  we draw combine and store
so the sun can fit
listen the whispers begin
chanting silly tiny rhymes
using my lips again