G.H.O.S.T.

What do you think your mortality really is?  Men who run from death only end up playing Grim's deadly games. Falling into an abyss that stares right back into them while observing the inescapable absentees of hope, just existing. This is the very meaning of being a G.H.O.S.T. ( General Host Of Spiritual Tangibility).  I have made this mistake, running from the inevitable, inescapable future, now begging for Grim to take me with him. He hasn't been here in years, decades, or maybe even a century.   It started with me walking in for the first day of a new Job, that excitement the refreshing feeling of a fresh start. The automatic doors open and I take a deep breath of the first day of the rest of my life, or just the end to how I known it. I walk up to the deep chocolate cherry wood desk with a marble top and gold accents to a pale woman with the reddest hair I have ever seen on a woman, as a matter of fact, the same red as mine. I was born with crimson red and burnt Burgundy hair. I was known as gifted, but more on me later. She was gorgeous, but mechanic. I finally get a good look at her and her skin was soft and subtle. Her eyes were a bright yellow, they actually glowed with an intensity that burned into me. Her shirt matched her eyes the bright yellow that flowed down her curves to its hiding place tucked behind the grey slacked that hugged and glued itself to her hips as they were planted to the basic office chair. I was in a trance about her body, she seemed so irresistible; "mmhmm" she smiled at me. I meet her smile with a slight grin,  too embarrassed to gaze at her beautiful sunkissed eyes staring directly into the awkwardness seeping from me. I couldn't breathe, speak or move. I open my mouth and my back and shoulder begins to sting as a man's hand softens against my shoulder. "Those ghost units will getcha more swollen bloo balled then a o'l beat up ally cat." “What!” I muddered confused and lost. “ She right dere, is an android with a human spirit. You, son look like one too witcha bright hair, n yellow eyes, boy.” “ No, I have a gene mutation.” I Sternly Stated to him.  “Yea, no one wants to be labeled as a ghost unit, it’s so unnatural and a work against god” A light and sweet voice said from behind me. With the biggest smile, her gorgeous green eyes pull me in a trance so close, her eyes compliment her ebony skin, bringing out the golden undertones. She had long dreads in a ponytail that kissed the back of her thighs longer than  her pencil skirt. I take my time to look at her backup and her all black ensemble compliments her figure and bless her curves. I get to her cleavage, and her sweet, mesmerizing voice interrupts my concentration, and greets me “ You must be Dr.Diodes, our new head Biologist and Neurologist”.  “ oh, young buck you must be the new prodigy, I thought you were jus a little twink eye ballin’ my wife.'' The man still behind me belches out, “She is a Ghost unit too, but i wanted her to look just like herself before the cancer.” He smiles at her, while moving his ivory skin across her body, he has no shame in the actions of love towards his wife.  Once the Texan walks away she kisses me rough and sadistic she made my mouth hurt, “I know exactly who you are and more importantly what you are, Guards! take him away, make sure he doesn’t leave his lab.” She snarled As I was taken away I asked myself, what did I get into?