Ghost Story

 

 

 

Content Warning: Sexual Predator

 

I still smell you.

That aroma of cigarettes and booze.

This grime encased carpet that you shoved my face into

time after time after time

and the dirty pillowcase that tasted of your drool.

 

I feel rug burns on my cheeks.

I can’t breathe… again…again…again…

 

I saw your face for the first time in many years the other day.

You are a sad old man, who apparently still likes teenage girls – and younger – they crowd your friend list.

What are you doing with all these children? Hmmm? Do they make you feel like a man? Do they provide the little you a sense of superiority?

Do you make them earn money for you, or do you pay the assholes who pimp them?

 

Someday you will have no power over them.

Someday you will have no power over me.

Someday you will have no power over anyone.

 

I can not wait

for the ghost of you

to be

gone.

 

Thank you for listening,

Erliss

 

Image: Screenshot of lightening from video.

PS: This has been reported.