Ghost Kiss

I lay in bed,

Unable to move,

With her over my head.

 

She held me down

With her ethereal hands,

Floating inches from my face.

 

Closer and closer,

Her hands pushing on my chest,

Keeping me in place.

 

She leans in on me,

Her lips reaching mine,

Ready to take my life

 

With the kiss of death,

And I lay there,

Accepting my painful death.

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