7 – OBSESSED

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Don’t spin your orbs when you read

this confession; my private obsession-

an overwhelming curiosity

about those shadowy somethings

that go bump in the wee hours

ever since I found her that day.

You see, she left me no hint

of what she found past the gates.

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Ghost Adventures, Ghost Hunters, Ghost

Lab, Paranormal State, The Dead Files,

I Survived – Beyond and Back…

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I watch them all, over and over, avid

for more; scanning the screen for any

anomaly that might appear, hot spots

on the infrared, mel meters that flash

for no good reason, listen for the disembodied

voices of the dead.

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This odd addiction makes me wonder

if I fried a few thousand neurons

from the stun of her loss,

or if it’s just my abysssmal new companion

named grief; or perhaps it’s the constant

ache of missing her and having to endure

those silent, invisible cold spots

and dark shadows that streak past,

always wondering if it’s her.

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