Ghosts

We felt we were haunting ourselves.

Shadows of who we'd been.

I stopped looking in the mirror,

who was this hopeless, helpless person,

who could not make it right?

I plastered on a smile:

it slipped,

melting in the heat

of an argument or two.

The kryptonite 

was killing the disease

and Superwoman too,

I felt like Mister Mxyzptlk.

accidents never happen

in a perfect world

the hardest part

fades away and radiates

80's songs helped,

expecially Debbie

and her band's.

Who knew about

the heart of glass

those poisoned draughts

might give you? 

I found spirits 

in the songs

and they chased away

the ghosts.