There’s a haunting in the Midwest and I fear that I’m the ghost. Everyone sees through my hollowed out eyes, but I swear parts of my heart are still full. I cut the locks off my head and retired from the fun. I had plenty of it to last me until the next life. I finally crawl back to my old self and beg for her mercy. I’m not sure where I stand with her, but at least I’m still standing. And if I had all the pieces that put me together then there’d be no road behind me. No one to follow. No one to greet me. No one to haunt me. -AMT