Electric Ghost

electric ghost.

You're in the chair again

the one that needs to be plugged into the wall

I have never seen it turn on,

it must be of some use somehow.

Maybe the combo of the electricity flowing through the chair and the glow of the television screen create an energy shield that you can't make for yourself anymore.

I know you are sad that he is gone. I'm not him but I am here.

It makes me feel sad to see you this way

your face sunken and old

like it just gave up on trying.

The chair looks like a charging station.

Do you dock there long enough until you can feel strong enough to go out on your next mission?

Whatever are you doing?

I kept asking but stopped when it no longer made sense

Tricky ghost. you treat me like I am dumb

Sure, David Bowie never bought me a beer.

I bought my own which seems to piss you off.

You think your stories are the only one's that matter

Yep, umhmmm you were who's lover? Oh... yeah I'm sorry that other lady got mad at you for sleeping with her boyfriend. Cool, can we talk about something else? Tricks? oh I thought that Trix were for kids.

Tell me about the time where you stood up for yourself. Tell about the times that you did something truly great. I know they happened. I'm not everyone else you talk to. The salacious details don't interest me.

I'm your daughter.

I annoy you.

You can't wait until I leave.

Maybe then the empty room will echo with your words and you will feel better. Maybe I am the wrong audience.

Fucking is easy.

I know.

Where are the stories with heart.