spirits can’t escape — they have no place among the living, the joyous.
building a playground on deceased land is such
disrespect to the restless. sounds
of laughter cover silent screams
encased in stony tombs rooted firmly in place.
spirits can’t escape — they have no place
among the living, the joyous. the rocking chair
in the crypt continues creaking; the children of centuries keep
the swings and slides company through the sunny day
and deadly night. even ghosts can’t let go of
their youth, and their legacy
survives in urban legends and warnings.
Sam H. is a college student planning to study psychology. They're an avid fan of niche TV shows and often enjoy reading comics in their spare time.