ƒ dracula in training
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dracula in training

leisurely browse through an ever evolving collection of stories with a quirky, yet serious nature
transcribed by a ghost acting as an understudy

{ dracula in training }
{ frankenstein in waiting }
{ ghost as an understudy }

stories told through an alter ego and a hidden persona. writing as theatre to invoke a spirit of playful spookiness, because the supernatural need therapy just as much as the living.

breathless.

the ghost submits, “this vice soothes and punishes simultaneously.”

In the light, she (the ghost) can imagine that all is well (satisfactory, fine, alright or any other bland and banal word that can pass for “pretending to be good”) and in accordance with the law time. It’s when the sun begins to set and the moon embarks on its journey to rise, that worry invades her mind. This uneasiness starts as an irritation, an itch that cannot be reached (an unquenchable thirst). Gradually, this unease expands and mutates, fueled by anxiety and fear.


As she sleeps there might be stillness, maybe even calm. There may also be zombies, especially one in particular.

Loyal ghost
Devoted and faithful

To your face, he is right by her side
Behind her back, you’ve already been discarded
(abandoned by the curb)

Stab me in the back
I will caress your heart

Naïve ghost
Artless no more
(and for now) unending

they could take or leave you
so they took you, and they left you
how could they be casually cruel?

the invisible line connecting the (you to me) lessens
our rate of realization narrowing
apprehension cowers in the corner

(the ghost)
banished to this quiet state of consciousness
craving some insight
clenching for relation

but she knows
that when he goes
he really goes
and do you think you’ve made
the right decision this time?

the celestial sphere will crush your illusory equator at the ecliptic intersect

spring equinox bestows no added clarity
          questions sprout
                    curiosities germinate

unrest rising in this ghost is apparent and undeniable.
the comforts of warmness is a farce.
far too saccharine sweet to be actual.

doesn’t this all seem too courteous?
                                      (too formal, too polite)

she excavates for the truth faster than he can bury it
(Dracula, you never change)
there is more
                she can sense it
it will not lie dormant forever

and the season to rise
is commencing

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