Get Even

The final words of a spirit haunting their murderer

Everything is inconsequential now that I float here watching you. Weighing you down like an apparition of revenge. Clawing my way into your mind, ripping at every shred of sanity still remaining.

Everywhere you go, I will follow until the end of eternity. Grasping your hand to pull you deeper into the hell you created!

I digress, my dear. Take that last breath, inhale with all your might. Exhale into my world. I see the lines go up, go down, go up, go down, flat, flat, flat…I guess we are even now.