Sally
Your door stands open
Yet you hesitate
Your feet planted
You watch your friends
You decide split second
You save their lives.
You look back
Your door is gone.
A hidden truth stolen.
Your peace gone forever.
You stalk the halls.
Wishing to be human.
But, you lost your door.
Your beauty preserved.
Your happiness disturbed.
All that is left
are Josh and Aiden.
Keeping you from insanity.
With their own tragically wicked tales.
The life of a Ghost is rarely dampened.
Except by those with equal merit.
A single open clarity.
A moment of sanity.
With a Werewolf and a vampire.
At a dinner uneaten.
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