There’s a ghost in the flat

leaning against the oven,
watching life unfold.
It opened the window earlier
and cannot feel the breeze
against its see-through skin.
It just put a pen in its eye
but nothing happened,
the clocks just kept going
and the air was nothing but news.

© Carl Burkitt 2023

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