I knew a ghost once.
You did.
I didn't want to forget so I wrote it on my arm.
You did.
I wrote it on my arm so the ghost could haunt my skin.
You did.
I wrote it with red ink.
You did.
I used a knife.
You did.
I knew too many ghosts.
You did.
I wrote too much on my skin.
You did.
I died like all the other ghosts.
You did.
I became a ghost.
You did.
You know me now, you've met a ghost.
I have.
I don't want to be forgotten, will you remember me?
I will.
Will you write my name on your arm?
I will.
Join me.
I will.
