WALKING WITH GHOSTS, Poetry by Lucy Williams

Genre: Dark, Confession, Sad

WALKING WITH GHOSTS
by Lucy Williams

Kneeling in front of you, like a starving dog
I am confessing my sins
Be prepared to hate me as much as I do.

One cold, wet night many years ago
I finally found you.
So cold and wet was it that daggers seemed to fall from the sky in the shape of rain.
We stood staring each other in the eye,
Book-ending a rubbish strewn alleyway in the worst part of town.
With that confident smirk on your face I knew you thought I didn’t have it in me.
Brushing your sodden brown hair out of brown eyes, the rain sparkling off your long lashes in the lamp light, you told me as much.

But that was before I leveled the gun at your head,
Before I pulled the trigger
And before the bullet embedded into your skull.
Since…