Mind Castle

And the featured ghost
from my wall like a damp stain
on the opposite wall...
said things in my ear.

nothing new, I thought...
I thought countless times
when I heard those sounds
metallic as if all appliances
were being dragged
by a single snail.

I have a message for you,
he said from afar
as if he couldn't
stop being a stain
that feeds on the glue
of the yellowed wallpaper.

the ghost pretended not to see me
as if I were transparent
untouchable and imperceptible.
Ears distracted by lullaby
the grinding of his teeth.

The ghost knows nothing, poor thing!
The ghost does not see through the skin.
The ghost doesn't feel the strings
that hold him so securely to me.

And the ghost disappears
on my wall like a damp spot
in the sky ahead...
No haunts or shackles to drag.


PAR