Conversation with a ghost

Jerry Reynolds

 

With a pale blue hand
She stroked my face.
I said, what’s it like
Being a ghost?
Her mouth opened
I could taste the smell
Of thunder
A ball of fire gathers
In the back of her throat-
I said never mind
I don’t really want to know

  • Author: Jerry Reynolds (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 29th, 2022 08:47
  • Category: Humor
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  • Saxon Crow

    Tonsillitis is a right killer!

  • JudyStella

    She needs strepsils😂

    • Jerry Reynolds

      Thanks, J.S.
      For sure she could.

    • Doggerel Dave

      Always better to think before you speak - lesson I will learn one day.
      First creepy I've had a laugh with for years.

      • Jerry Reynolds

        Thanks, Dave.
        For sure, everything that pops into your head is not of sufficient quality to pop out of your mouth.



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