"Quick! Quick! Hide the knife!"
She ran around and buried it under the mountain of dishes in the sink
"Now what?" she demanded
"Now YOU get out! OUT" he spat
She went outside. But not out of his life
I come in through the door
Hesitating... Peeking through
Just in case he had someone else inside
No one. Coast is clear
"Coat off. Shoes off. Here's some hot chocolate"
I accept. Looking around. I love the new house
A modern version of our old one
I could stay here for forever. So I take my coat off, throw my shoes away and relax.
"Our house..." he smiles, coming closer to me
He puts his arms around me and snuggles closer
Near my bosom.
I look straight ahead. "Not... ready for this..." I croak
I see the blood stains on the white carpet on the floor
See her shadow moving steathily in the bushes outside
"Should I close the curtain?" he asks
"No, " I whisper, wanting the shadow girl to see
It's no fun pretending she's not there
"I want to go home," I say
"This is your home!" he begs.
Not anymore. There's ghosts all around
I shiver, look out the curtain
"I am going away. Find me when you are done cleaning the blood and have chased your ghost. OK?" I plead
I take my coat. My shoes. My dignity
I am leaving.
No doubt I'll come back
To the warm floors and cold meats
To those sweet words of his and his sour chicken
I'll come back. But ghost girl has got to go
She tried to kill me before. Those blood stains I see?
Mine. All mine. So I am leaving
But I'll be back
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