I have an amazing friend, Katrina, for helping me edit this poem! Without her, it would not be what it is today and would still be just an idea floating around among the documents of my laptop.    Ghosts are real. They’re living in large crowds of people, or alone in a corner. They’re the…


Whispers whispered behind my back Their laughing cracks; Whips against me Stings worse than bees.   Water gathers in my sad eyes – Not a surprise. Walking past them No, not again.   Don’t they know words hurt more than stones? Being alone is Better than with them, If they only knew…   Picture from:×200.jpg