outrun_it kerry the ghost has been hanging around again. it plucked at my skin on wednesday night, wiped the mouth from my face and left me slumped like a discarded marionette on the sofa. last night it rose up with the sound of a motorcycle engine revving. it crept up into the sleeves of my coat and howled in my ears and i could feel all the bones of my legs. it was so dark out. i paused, lifting my hand almost placing it against the brick wall for stability, but then i decided to keep walking. one time in oregon i was going home from work and it was the same kind of damp chill in the air, and i felt the little ghost rattling my bones and sloshing in my ears, and it was stupid of me but i started running. i sprinted down the road and across the railroad tracks and flung open my front door, collapsed on the carpet. relieved--i'd outrun it. but the other night it was so close, trying to hook arms with me, running its hands along my back. i walked faster and faster. only three blocks to go. perhaps i'll wake up on the pavement with a bloody face and skinned knees, i thought, but then again, maybe not. maybe i'll make it back in time. just clench your fists, breathe steady through your nose, focus on your destination. 221022 what's it to you? who go blather from