Ghost Questions

The light came on in the apartment. It was dark and shady in the room. From the outside only shadows could be seen, moving across the grey shades, ghosts passing by on their way to the other side. She doesn’t think ghosts exist, but she like the literary image. She imagines what it would be like to be a ghost. Do they have consciousness? Do they have thoughts? Feelings? Memories? Do they love? Can they love? Do they age? How long do they continue to be?

She imagines a child ghost. No gender, no name, but an age. A small collection of experiences. A small range of emotions. All summed up into this one final moment. What happened to this kid to transition from personhood to ghosthood? How did this physical body cease to supply sufficient energy and sustenance for them to live? Was it an accident? Most likely, how would it not be an accident. Who would purposefully end the life of a child? Whose intention would that be?

A killers. Someone whose job it is to take children to the grave.

Ghost Questions

Take What You Want

The daisy grew, slowly but surely, out of the ground. Many people loved it as a seed and took special care to help it grow to its full potential. Over the years it stood through storms and hot weather. It grew thorns to protect itself and long white petals full of personality. One day a person came by and was struck by this clever and witty flower. After growing bored with the daisy’s natural state, the person plucked it from the ground in order to keep admiring it whenever it suited them. The daisy was still strong, even when put in a jar of water, and tried to keep its petals intact. Several days went by of the person showing off this flower, never taking time to appreciate anything other than their own bragging rights. One day, the person was overcome with what they saw in one of the flower’s petals, and plucked it off for better display. Next they plucked some petals they weren’t particularly fond of and threw them into the trash. Other petals became painted over in order to better please the person, or plucked for more prominent display. Soon, the daisy was a mere silhouette of what it had once been. The flower knew this was happening, knew it would happen from the moment this person first took an interest. But the daisy did not want to stop the person, or leave. The shared energy between the two  was too enticing. It was dangerous and exciting, a matter of two beautiful elements coming together to form a toxic bond. The daisy offered its petals with loving contempt, wanting to be the pawn for once.

Don’t ask me what I really mean
I am just a reflection
Of what you really want to see
So take what you want from me.

Take What You Want