the mourning began before I had the time to contemplate
how it is to die
for you for me for all that once breathed
a beginning so dreaded that we cannot stop thinking about it
but once it happens
the ghosts take over and all thoughts stilled
when the ghosts are taking over
my mind is where the hauntings begin
spasms of desires to open my mouth to utter words from a different tongue
is it my fault then
to stomp on the grave by an unnamed death
i can weave one hundred faces for the ghost and cover up the true horror
there is only you and me
and the world is blind to what I see and ignorant of the acid that becomes my adrenaline
time is ticking but the ghost won’t stop
its hand goes right through my cheek and skips the real substance that is me
i am here and it cannot touch me but here i am
is that a slap or a caress
does that really matter
when the ghosts are taking over
tell them it only takes a second to love and hate
tell them you only need to ask to kill
for now I am becoming one of the ghosts
because I could not say no
featured image credit to Christine Wu
Potential Poet in Training 