The ghost who sometimes haunts my attic
Is not up there
tonight.
She's lost
at sea
again.
For rather than terrify the household
she'd sooner bathe...
But she could never swim.
Hence her prior demise,
and why I cannot sleep...
We are tied, her and I,
by some promise where
I would rescue her
from the briny deep
in exchange
for rattling chains
and midnight howls.