I've got your dusty name written on an envelope, and a thousand notes typed out on my cellphone outlining ghosts and the feelings they emote inside my skin and bones where they've come to build a home; Tormenting the residents persistently, with their fermented love of misery. I've grown hesitant, wearing a penchant for loneliness and a cross against my chest. Could you call an exorcist to rid my mind of these pests, ethereal feelings- a constant reminder that you exist. Deep in my heart's flesh, I'm scarred by pinpricks significant enough to know that something will always be amiss.

-SLuR