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.