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Ghost Body

Annie Crane

He grew up fast. Was an old man before his time.
He got a job pushing mail through a mail hole slot.
One day, he didn’t wake up as his wife called up from the coffee pot.
He listened to what she said upon her finding him in their once warm bed.
Dear Jim, your dead.
I should’ve seen it coming. Your soul left you long ago.
It’s been a long time since your words kept me warm.
Instead they’ve only come with scorn.
Dear Lord, forgive me, but I’m glad he’s dead. I’m glad he’s dead.
As he heard her words, he felt his ghost body move downwards.
With a fright, he noticed not a light, but his eternal night.