the full moon frightens me.
i remember that last terrifying night.
that one whispering night. the haunting.
your dead soul.
rummaging for the last morsel.
leaving me option-less.
leaving me hung.
the breath escaping.
the squirming.
that last gasp.
a ghost.
your ghost.
your ghost.
in Amir Motlagh, Fiction, life, Short Fiction, Thoughts, words