The ghost is back. I just read him in my mail box. I am a reader, used to read, I should be stronger than him. But I'm not. I'm weak, always tempted to reply when he opens his big mouth and whispers my name with his large tongue and his big white teeth.
He's not a ghost, he's a snake charmer. And I'm the fucking snake. The big ugly snake with its eyes wide opened and its glasses and its demanding body. I can't bite him, there's always some kind of charm going on, something that alienates me.
Fucking snake charmer. He has nothing to do with me, for sure. The rest is only in my brain.
Only silence is stronger than him.
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