The ghost that used to haunt me, since 2002, threatening another diagnosis of cancer has come; killed me and has become me. I am now the ghost, living in a temporary host body. The ghost I am works to scare me.
It haunts me with impending death, with the different ravages cancer will exact in the end-time.
I want to shed myself of it. I don’t know how to go on living this life, with the ghost that I am.
People do not know how frightened I am!
I. AM. SO. SCARED! And there in no one I can tell this to who can make it all better. No doctor. No family member. No friend. Not even my furkin.
My spirit-soul shouts it out! I’m scared! I’m scared! I’m soooooooo scared!