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