Like living in a purgatory of someone else's
cast-off sins and artifacts, roomsful
of Jacob-Marley chains and weird shrines
to all the tasks they have ever undone
- the sorts of things a respectable wight
would hang around and haunt something over.
Ditched.
What kind of afterlife
crowds with its detritus
into the space
where you're trying to live?
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