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I am going to haunt you when I am gone. You will never be free of me, I can promise you that. I will find a way back here, to this town, to this house, to this room, to you. I will sit with you here, day in and day out and watch you mourn me. I will haunt you when I am gone.

Sometimes you will think you see me, or feel me. You will talk to me, telling me how much you miss me or remembering moments we shared or things we did together. I will catch you looking at me, for a split second I will believe that you can see me, sitting here, next to you, but then your eyes will flicker away, past the empty chair and you will sigh. I will haunt you when I am gone.

At night you will return to our bed and slip beneath the covers that once harboured our love and which now feel cold and empty without me. Some nights you will sleep your body forcing you into a deep and dreamless slumber, some nights your sleeping brain will play tricks upon your body causing it to you to twitch and twist restlessly and some nights you will lay there, eyes open wide as sleep evades you and your mind will turn to moments we shared in this house, in this room, in this bed and your body will betray you as it responds with heat and lust. Pushing the covers off you will reach down and grasp your cock, hard and aching in your hand. I will haunt you when I am gone.

You will try to heal yourself. People will encourage you to lay me to rest, to let me go. You will fight hard to find peace in another, plundering her body in the very bed that torments you. Her cries will delight you as she gives herself to you but your desire for her to be me will disgust you. You will take her anyway, momentarily glorying in the victory that your body still works and just to be sure you will wake her repeatedly through the night and fill your sleepless hours with the primal lust for human flesh and then it will be a new day. Dawn will break through your hope and shatter it. I will haunt you when I am gone.

I will be the wind rattling the windows, the rain misting your view, the hot of the summer and the cold of the winter. I will be the water you drink and the food you consume. I will be the stars and the moon who light your dark and the bright sunshine who illuminates your day. I will be the earth beneath your feet and the air that fills your lungs. I will be everything that you see and hear and touch and taste. I will fill your mind and possess your soul. I will be all that there is and everything that you crave. You will have no choice but to remember me. I will fucking haunt you when I am gone.

Ghostly woman in graveyardA - z Blogging challenge

  • Molly Moore - Author, Blogger, Photographer, Speaker, Director of Operations @Eroticon Find me in my corner of the internet at Molly's Daily Kiss and on Twitter @mollysdailykiss

  • Show Comments (24)

  • Flip

    Bloody hell Molly, I have goosebumps reading this. Exquisite.

    Really am enjoying your A to Z posts, just sorry I’ve not commented more often. Life’s a little frenetic right now, for various reasons, but I am reading/enjoying them when I can

    Flip xx

    • Molly Moore

      Thank you very much and likewise, I have been trying to comment on other people doing the challenge but it is tricky to keep up with everything

      Mollyxxx

  • Malin James

    whoa. The fierceness, the grief, the connection, the will to hold on. It’s so primal. I could feel the mad, incredible love that fueled her promise to haunt him. I know I’ll be coming back to read it more than once. xx

    • Molly Moore

      Thank you, I really was trying to explore the possessiveness that humans can experience with this so your comment made me happy

      Mollyxxx

  • Velvet Rose

    Stunning! Writing and image!

    Velvet x

    • Molly Moore

      Thank you

  • Marie Rebelle

    Brilliant writing! Just simply brilliant!

    Rebel xox

    • Molly Moore

      Thank you. I am rather pleased with this piece

      Mollyxxx

  • Genevieve Ash

    Exquisite, stunning, brilliant- all rolled into one. A beautiful piece.
    Genevieve

  • Cammies on the Floor

    I quite like this, I love the boldness and the embracing of the darkness. And I just knew there would be a picture at the end!

  • Mrs TeePot

    Wow, I was thinking how romantic this was initially and then it twisted and got so dark. I love it!

  • Anna Sky

    I missed this first time round but thank you so much for reading it at Eroticon Live. Your voice made it so much more beautiful and powerful and dark than when I read it.
    A x

    • Molly Moore

      Thank you. I am going to do a recording of it and post it here at some point as so many people have expressed an interest

      Mollyxxx

      • Anna Sky

        Oh, yes please 🙂 xxx

  • Chris

    …. and that is what I want read at my funeral (sexes reversed) . Fucking wonderful. Writing from the very soul.

  • Elliott

    I liked this piece, Molly.

  • Elliott

    I liked this piece, Molly.

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