Poetry · Writing

vacant

they keep coming; to room 306-

they checked in, locked the door, and dissapeared-

they order room service, but no one is their to pick it up

they call it ghost

hunters come with their cameras

leave ith empty pockets

all to see room 306.

i’ve seen him, not a they, a he

he comes late and leaves early

he orders food just before he arrives

he doesn’t communicate anymore

just a being

exisiting in a shell

the hunters were so close

to catching a real ghost

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