ghost in the attic

By Amirah Datwani

there’s a ghost in the attic

it’s eating at my skin

there’s a ghost in the attic

i won’t give in

to the haunting chill of the wind

i’m caught in a panic

creatures intergalactic

and in the corner of my eye, there’s a white glint

in my throat builds up acid

anxious barrels filled to the brim

with evil laughing

write notes crisp

the darkness expanding

and on blood, i slip

there’s a ghost in the attic