Ghosting

Ghosts 

slip into humanity

and leech souls

We are left with the shells of people

we are supposed to love

We kiss them

inhaling empty ugliness

let it expand how we breathe

until we collapse

exhaling

dreams 

shredded

as they climb the shards of lies

embedded in esophagus 

bleeding their way out

Ghosts hunt

feigningly

they become the fallacy

we need

to fear less

and touch more

they melt with ambivilence

a smile

desperation

misplaced desired

is easy to wear 

when it's attractive

It's prettier that way

Then we forget

they are ghosts.

 

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Girls Night out

Whisky and starlight
doesn't celebrate women
quite the same
when 2 of us are black and seated
like oreos

the sandwich cookies
closing in on the double stuffed booth
sweet with denial
crunchy
tasteless

pane glass segregation
reserved to watch back door exits in
March rain
arriving late
centering herself

swallows 3 glasses
of discomfort
contorting narratives that lie to each other
in between polite bites
of food she never intended to eat

or listen
She drove for the echo
Her ego took the chance
but there was change in this chamber
Grace

is the bullet
grazing through
her Bullshit
as I go deeper into myself
looking for the grip of human extension

her hand is limp
she's a long drive away
from gathering her scattered wisdom
and ever seeing me
again.

Friends

To who it may concern
I haven't the skills of relationship
that soft interpretation of the unsaids
got lost when I wasn't allowed
to be a friend

I was confined to surmount circumstances
make up for choices
define another before I knew
who I was
or if I liked her

I had imagination
friends who listened with creativity
walked boldly into my dreams
held my hand
and waited for my smile

Nobody saw them but me
They escaped
left me to fight the words of high school boys
disfiguring my frame
on a daily

Friend became this telephone distant
only defendable
when it's not punitive
failing
fallacy

I cried for acceptance
but was given awards
trophies collect dust
and are painful
to hug

If you choose me,
I own my imperfectly human
desire to stay starry eyed
to find more than disappointment
in being a friend.

Guerrillas

Silverbacks dance free
high up in the hills
clutching to clean mountain air
shrouded and lush
sophistication

I peer
dew drenched
like an akward student
between observation and actual study
hesitant

death tastes like defense
instinct and bloody canines
the rustle
the wrestle
the resistance

domain detracts
the delicacy of living
shrinks symbiosis
makes our diet of grapes
a handful of raisins

My society says you are
more me
than I am to myself
easily
existing

I crave more than your exotic
closer than the distance
of otherness;
Your fur is soft and warm
if I trust