I’ve been haunting my own apartment

Closing doors left open behind you

And look how the trash disappears on its own

Oh spooky! Oooh wow!

 

I apologize for the creaking tonight- this floor protests all the pacing one makes when the place is too large and the footsteps they place cant remember the right ones (the ones that dont speak)

 

And it was me who moved your towel, though to be fair, what a terrible place for a towel you chose

 

You and your collection of little glass animals with tiny glass poops that sprinkle the carpet and twinkle the ground there’s blood on my foot you carry the shards with you dug in your sole so i wipe my feet before bed

 

And who’s food is this in the freezer??

Who’s dishes are these in the sink??

Who’s shriveling plums are here in the fridge-

Oh sorry those may have been mine

 

With so many people why is it so quiet? 

Why do i talk to myself like these walls aren't so thin i can hear your heart beating?

 

It says that you hate the ghost in the living room

You hate the way the house smells like a petting zoo

You hate the landlord who feels the same way about you

You hate the words that you say to yourself and the pitiful way that you waste all the time

 

You hate the bubbling hate in your chest and you hate how it nests like a pest in the chimney, needles its knives in the walls of the still beating heart, you see how this hate will be ending, you will be empty and left like a torn plastic bag in a tree

 

The bag that thinks it’s a kite, how embarrassing,

 

Stop haunting the apartment. You live alone