Annie Crane
ghost body
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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 didnât 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 shouldâve seen it coming. Your soul left you long ago.
Itâs been a long time since your words kept me warm.
Instead theyâve only come with scorn.
Dear Lord, forgive me, but Iâm glad heâs dead. Iâm glad heâs 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.