Living Ghost

Wherever I go, a phantom follows.

The ghost of me;

I’m not who I used to be.

The absence is heavy–cold grey hollows.

The ghost of me,

she is resistant to be.



Published by Kindra M. Austin

Author of fiction, poetry, and very sweary social commentary. Editor, and co-founder of Indie Blu(e) Publishing. Co-founder of Blood Into Ink, and Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen.

24 thoughts on “Living Ghost

          1. hahahhaa i hope ghost are real i would haunt a tavern someplace creepy in england or some shit hahahhaa! bust all the drunk guys balls scare them shitless laughing my ass off the whole time hahahaa!

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          2. omg i could be cocked while I haunt!! perfect!! hahahaa!! and when you are dead you never get hungover did you know that? haahaha!!

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