Bloody Murderer

There’s a ghost in my bed
She cries in her sleep
she says I won’t let her leave
I lie perfectly still
she stifles her tears
I don’t want to disturb her

“Let go, let go, please let me be.
Look at the ghost you’ve made of me.”

Dusk dropped her starry gown
I whispered out
“Sweetie… are you here with me?”
The mirror crashed on the dresser
and she began to scream
“Bloody murderer! Let me rest in peace!
When I was yours you fled the scene.
Now you can’t wash your hands off me.”