The Ghost of You
The Ghost of You The ghost of you leaves invisible marks On my hips, wrists, throat, and apex of womanhood The ghost of you has permanent residency In the dusty recesses of my mind, body, and soul The ghost of you walks into doctors offices Lay waiting for your turn on the bed The ghost of you crawls on my skin Religious "blessings" and medical jargon blankets The idea that the ghost of you can't be real, rather is natural, synthetic and according to society an illusion The ghost of you is peoples answer to my queerness Blaming you for my gender identity and sexual preferences The ghost of you dances illusively out of grasp Leaving me dancing one step behind to catching you The ghost of you choked me into twenty years of silence The ghost of you I am starting to fight Fight until the ghost of you no longer haunts me