Ghosts use doorbells
for they've lost their hands to dying.
The alarm might as well
be the noise of feathers falling.
It happened too quickly and I wasn't looking.
I thought it would make a sound.
You get up- you get! Go! But I'm scared of moving!
It's a quick trip to the ground.
Slow down.
You're just five feet from standing.
How could you give up now?
Ghosts sleep for days.
They don't wake for fear of finding
all that wept around their graves
are alive and softly changing.
I'm blinded! I can't see what is coming
so I keep low and keep down.
You get up. You get! Go! But I'm scared of moving.
It's a quick trip to the ground.
Slow down.
You're just five feet from standing.
How could you give up now?