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.