Doorstep Scene (Repost from Halloween Night)

Everybody has something from the past that haunts them.
As I stood at her door tonight I met her poltergeist
hovering in the background, asking me my name
and she came to the door with a deep concern on her face.

I wanted to call a priest and send him away
with holy water and a thunderous prayer,
maybe with a crash of lightning and a windstorm
tearing through the room like in the movies
so you know that the exorcism worked.
I wanted to take her in my arms,
moving forward together into the future,
burning the past and spreading its ashes into the night sky.

But instead she confirmed it wasn't a good time
so I did what I could and walked away,
impotent in the moment
and angry for the first time in years
as a bit of the devil awoke in me,
reminding me to scream.