“Phantom” by Natcha (Will) Kulsetsophon

Natcha (Will) Kulsetsophon

Heard from the stalls 

from the whispers 

from the halls.


The phantom jumps on 

onto your clothes

onto your skin.


He creeps in your shadows

behind your Visage of sweet smiles 


the more you smile,

 the more He grows.


until He pounces, 

and swallows you-