Ghostly Chorus

Hair very pale, nearly white, focused brown eyes
reflecting the screen at which she was staring;
Typing words and letters emotionlessly and with little intermission:
Binary code, 101010101 that after a while blurred together
The transparent and pale ghost was moaning in the corner as it had been forever;
She ignored him as usual
The others joined him and she avoided them too;
She desperately didn’t want to,
Ghosts are always so needy but they were undeniably interesting;
She couldn’t seem to pull herself away;
“Ghosts begone”. she said frustratedly, feeling worthless
The ghosts remained, unacknowledged, staring at her blankly

--Evangeline G., Adult