Eden’s Poetry
EXORCISM OF A HAUNTED HOUSE
BY EDEN ELLIOT
This is a haunted house.
It has more ghosts than people.
I’m turning into one right now
In plain sight.
I am back there,
Back to how it used to be:
I hate the way he looks at me.
As if I am a piece of air.
I hate the way he doesn’t look at me
Not even once in a week.
I hate the way he stole me
From a life that belonged to me.
This is a haunted house.
It has more ghosts than people.
I see her in the window
The girl who was never supposed to be me.
The ghost girls gather around, shoulder to shoulder
All the ages I was while I was trapped in this house
All of the mes stand by the windows and stare out
Into the frosted evening, as the boy with the sad eyes
Calls my name and says ‘Let’s go home’.
He takes my face in his hands and lowers his head to mine
And kisses me in front of all my ghosts
Who turn around
and
leave.