Mount Everfall wanting things from people who don't want to give them to me.

the ghost lived in the liminal spaces at the best of times.

the more he ate, the longer he waited, the more reality bled around him.

the forest was composed of shadows; hard ones, soft ones. the boy was shadow-capped; his eyes were the sky, and when the ghost looked at the face they were set inside, he saw them slowly proliferate.

the head was eyes, only eyes. spreading eyes winking and blinking and staring.

his own — singular, with a massive pupil now ringed in gold — stared too long at the boy.

his mouth slackened with the rest of him. he had stopped walking at some point and slouched to the ground, let his jaw hang. a dribble of saliva collected behind his front teeth and dripped against the grass.