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 … Continue reading TOILET GHOST POEM