Have no fear… The ghosts dwell here.
Into the cold night they steer.
Their faces are pale, with no pores,
Sleazy hands touching yours.
Don’t be scared… Be prepared
To leave warm bed, let them stare
As you fall into their hall.
The hall is big, and you are small.
No trembling… The ghost is dwelling
In the basement. On a railing
It slides down, fades out,
And reappears in the spout.
Quite perplexing! The zombies fashion
An unexpected resurrection…
Could’ve, should’ve called the cups!
Time already to wake up.
The Ghosts
© Copyright: Гульнара Элрод Умарбекова, 2019
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