The Unforeseen Ghost

She doesn’t know where it goes
Cause it’s just been two years
And two fucking years shouldn’t change that much

Though maybe two years is short to her because she’s been frozen
Same face
Same height
Same weight
Nothing, nothing about her has changed and that’s unnerving


When she sees them at first
She thinks they’ll be just like her
The same
Though they aren’t
No, not at all
Even if it’s just pictures
The change is there
And it’s confusing because it’s not supposed to be like this

Two years shouldn’t feel like two days
And two years shouldn’t have the effect of two days on her body
She needs to be different
The same – the same as those that weren’t frozen
She needs to catch up to her friend’s because they’ve already been waiting two years
Any longer is just impolite

Though are they really friends anymore?
It’s been two years to them
Two years without her
And you can see
They don’t need you
You’re stuck anyway
Stuck in the past – you’re not needed in the future
Just stay frozen it doesn’t really matter
Not to them anyway


And – and there’s this annoy noise in the back of her head
Change? Change! Who the fuck needs change anyway?! We’re fine like this. Your fine.
Though – though she wants to change
Wants to get out of here
Stuck in this space
Hanging in the confusing limbo that seems to drag her kicking and screaming deeper day after day

There’s noise somewhere around her and it’s not that angry voice or her own
Its movement
A hands reaching for the pictures and it’s not hers
She doesn’t like it

Frozen eyes the same as two years ago
A muddy – disordered brown,
gape up at the nurse reaching for her precious pictures

“Can’t I keep them? Just for a little longer.”

The white clad women smiles
Though she doesn’t want too
Being in this room - around this girl
Makes her skin crawl

Two years ago
On the day her time stopped
She should’ve died
This unnatural ghost that haunts the living
Never changing
Stuck – frozen
Shouldn’t be alive

Those flashing lights
Glass shattering
Those haunting screams painting that night crimson
She should have died
But she didn’t
She froze

What a mistake
The unforeseen ghost
That should’ve but didn’t die
It would’ve been better if she did

“Sure sweetie, you can look at them as long as you want.”
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April's Poem Prompt Challenge - April 17: unforseen