As I write here, I am sitting outside and the weather is beautiful.   As I imagine shapes of words I choose those that are poetic and meaningful to the topic. Another episode today, and another humiliation! I cannot go on like this…   So, I write...

Moonlit screams as they ripple the air from the grave of a girl. Moonlit corpse as she appears through a blanket of mist.   Moonlit ghost as in life, she’s lost, angry, whispers secrets.   Candlelit giggles as she’s in the flesh her glinting emerald eyes....