Ghost Woman Poem by Aimanu B. Ali
Ghost Woman
At night she rises up to the surface from the bottom of the pool of putrid water where she lies the whole day silently, walks out of it leaving green, slimy footprints on the tiled floor, glides from room to room searching for the unknown, seeing you she stops to smile, you shriek looking at her dead eyes and gumless white teeth.
She has changed from being invisible to a ghost woman.
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