They ride with me in the car as I drive to meet a friend.

They sit on my shoulder as I chat about my sexual explorations of long ago.

Ive attempted to exorcize these ghosts many times before.

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Carlos Domínguez

I killed him so completely that his ghost was compelled to take another form, inhabit an alternate body.

The ghost of Ethan Taylor became an 18-year-old girl with large brown eyes and a flat stomach.

Reciting incantations of self-loathing, I called her to me.

In these moments, she faithfully came.

A translucent smile on her face, she would float before me, impeccably dressed.

Niks ghost will remain with me forever and I will pray for a sighting.

His love was innocent, earnest, kind.

His life was the same.

But now, his ghost is real and heavy and around me all the time.

Niks ghost is different.

Niks ghost emerges surrounded by light, adorned in roses, acoustic guitar announcing his presence.

In fact, Niks ghost most often appears within, not without me.

Niks ghost is a brief possession of my heart that leaves me present and grateful.