The Ghost Of MaryJane

Her soul she bestowed it to you, but you were nothing but a scoundrel. Face so charming but soul dark as coal. You played her like a fiddle, anathematized her and spurt on her toes for she was worthless to you. Philandering and making merry was your way of life.She would have left, but she had no elsewhere to run to. Poor her prayed and hoped that one day you would rehabilitate.

But she was wrong. Soo wrong to even think you would reform even a little bit. Desolate she sat on the couch waiting for you to come back home. She was expectant with your child. Drunk you walked in and violently you slapped and punched her. Smashing your elbow into the side of her skull, at the soft spot high on the temple and mercilessly left her on the parlor floor lying there like a sack of potatoes.

Breath so scarce and in pain , she tried to fight the battle. But body too weak , death snatched her away. Intoxicated you never cared, with smelly and dirty boots you hopped into bed. Dawn came, you were hungry and as a halfwit you yelled out her name. "Maria !, Maria!" so she could feed your growling stomach but silence felt the room.

Irritably you searched, only to find her lying on the parlor floor. Blood oozing all over the floor. Mary Jane and her unborn child were dead, Innocent souls long gone.Mr. community philanderer , tears rolled down your eyes. Why you crying? ..Wipe your crocodile tears, You wicked man.Confused you embalmed her corpse, and wrapped it with a carpet.In the cellar you rested her body, deep down the hole you dug.

MaryJane was her name. 27 years old and an orphan. Her beauty was striking as that of a rainbow , Black shoulder length hair , tall and slender with smooth olive skin and rich brown eyes that intrigued anyone who gazed at her.

But there laid the body of an innocent beautiful woman and her unborn child. Now cold ,motionless and covered by the cellar soil. With a wicked grin, you lit up a cigarette and felt cozy you had concealed your crime .Months passed , and life continued like nothing happened. Nothing happened , that's what you deceived everyone .You persuaded them that "Maryjane went to live with her aunty, "Aunty Virginia,". You fibbed she did so, for she always wanted to bear her child there and missed her aunt so much.

Days and months passed, but your conscious killed you each day. Quilt etched in your memory like the scar left by a blacksmith’s brand. Scared as a fraidy cat you tried to repress the quilt and drugs became your way of life.So scared of been arrested, suicidal thoughts run down your mind like hell-hounds.

Something was watching you , something was following you , something that made your whole body tremble, as if eternity was hung in balance of your conduct.

TIK TOK TIK TOK!!!!!!....your time was running and your sanity vanishing .