NaPoWriMo Day 29. Penultimate day, can’t give up now – there is an end in sight. Today’s poem is called Listen
There are ghosts scratching at the door,
bleeding through the walls
and rising through the floorboards.
Weary bodies press against the window.
Cold air streams through the keyhole
wrapping itself around you.
Icy lips rest against your ear and whisper
Catch it while you can:
Soon it will be gone.