TOILET GHOST POEM

When clocks strike twelve and trainings end

— lurk not, they say, in school at night.

Age–old stories tell of how there’re

things that throng in fluorescent light.

In toilets silence screeches loud,

for when school’s empty, they arise:

Ghosts of pregnant girls lie wailing,

with cleaner–uncle poltergeists.

For now I sit on chilling white,

resounding prayers in my mind;

my heart racing with dire wish

a friend of Casper’s I won’t find —

Then eeeeeeek!

Is that a door creaking?

Perhaps it stemmed from my own mind,

Hinges sing as they fly open!

Thou who entered, oh be my kind!

A thud thud thud as shoes traverse

across the glinting marble floor;

and louder,

louder as they get

much nearer to my sacred door!

THEN SILENCE

or so I wish!

But a loud knock takes my breath away.

The unlatched bolt lies there lazing

HOW’D I FORGET TO LOCK TODAY?

A hand thrusts in so hard and swift,

door’s open ‘fore I can react!

I’m facing now a girl my age,

She bawls at me with little tact —

Eyes bloodshot and tummy bloated,

“YOU DISGUSTING PIG! HOW DARE YE?!”

I dash out of the girls’ toilet

before she tries to castrate me.

© VishalDutia