HIGH SCHOOL
This dusty old
house is haunted. I rarely visit,
but when I do, terror
always rears its head. Like a hydra
ready to strike
it is
overwhelming.
These poltergeists
are quiet most of the time.
But when they have their Breakfast
Club it is in my hallways
and I cannot escape
the pain of it.
In time
a truce is drawn again
between strength and memory,
but those goddamned ghosts
will not be
exorcised.
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