Dedicated to Dice, who wanted this poem. Now you've got it, bud.

Inspired by Aeilia, a member of FictionPress who is as ghostly as they come. Aeilia, if you read this, know that you are very hard to track down. Very hard to track down.

Aeilia, the FictionPress Ghost

Ghosting by on
Haunted remains
Of a
That is sad all in its own way;

Orange lights
Flourescent in the dark and I can almost

Forget the
Incisions, the
Cutting remarks
To bring down all that
I have worked for
Over long nights of
Never sleeping, while the
Printing press still
Runs on
Expresso and
So, so many tears of
Secular depression