Ghost

by Aiko (Dreamsurfer)   Jul 31, 2020


In this dark chicken house,
I can feel the presence of a ghost,
Like a very old witch.
So I run away,
Without locking the door,
Towards the back door of the main house.
Suddenly,
I hit my forehead on the avocado tree.
It is leaning at an angle.
I fall backwards,
But get up fast because of adrenaline.
Then continue running.

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