Ghosts

Ghosts
A Haiku
By AJ O’Brien.

Haunted house, quiet.
Ghosts have gone on holiday.
Benidorm. I think.

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It’s hot down here

It’s hot down here
By AJ O’Brien.

Captured by death
came at me from behind
the devil lay in wait,
stole my soul.
Man, am I in a bind.

Whispered a rancid demon,
Hear the Master’s word
you will be set aflame
and your pleas for death
shall go unheard.

You are kidding me
I’m really at a loss,
what did I do wrong?
I don’t belong down here.
Go get your boss.

You will burn for eternity
your soul be dammed,
the stench of your corruption
shall bring joy
to this unholy land.

You’re not listening to me, are you?