My Hostage

There’s a ghost in the shell of my very being

There’s an angry spirit that demands to break through

She’s furious at being a prisoner,

Fed up with not being fed

What’s worse is neither of us know why I hold her captive

There must have been a reason but we’ve forgotten it a long time ago

Lately I’m given to compromise

Split custody of the husk we’ve been assigned

I open a window,

I crack the door

She squeezes her head out of openings and screams for help

The sound’s like a knife prying open my skull,

And help isn’t coming so I give her a pen.