Haunted

Sometimes a thought gets stuck in my head, buzzing around like an angry swarm of bees that just lost their queen.

When the horde finally resides, the dust settles on the brain matter, the motes covering up every speck of space that looks free.

Same as that haunted house in my old neighborhood, the one everyone walked by and gave a frightened stare. The same one, with friends mocking, that I never step foot in, I would not dare.

– A. Garcia