she was a haunting.
she was everywhere at once,
in the walls,
under my feet,
above the roof,
footsteps that seem to last forever but never grow closer nor farther away,
in my breath.
every thought in my head,
she was listening.
i laid in bed at night knowing she was watching me from the closet.
long after i had left,
i still shake when i hear the floor creak.
