A Dream

A dream:
 
A horror attraction
A friend, eyes shut closed
Grabs for the shirt of a ghost
A spirit that lingers in the stained carpet of a car
  And the sound of a whistle

A ghost
Whose hair stands short and gray
A heart pressed in her nose
A pen held lazy in her hand
  It drops when we scream

A blood stain
That is just the ink
Spreads, infecting the devilish flours
That sprout beneath her feet
  Yellow roses painted red