she-ghost

queer-with-a-pen

sometimes i think of the girl i used to be

in terms of fish hooks

all these little barbs stuck in my skin

in terms of needles

an arm covered in scars

and two twin lines that i have been

waiting for more than half my life

 

but those are the parts of this

body that i can change

from the outside in

each one making this she

that still resides inside of me

even more of a ghost

 

and i can feel her in the dead of night

she comes to me and

runs cold fingers through my short hair

and it’s like she’s thanking me

 

for finally burying the girl corpse

that i have been carrying on my back

like a ghost that refuses to be exorcised

 

but sometimes i still feel so haunted

by what this girl self could have been

and she is there again

speaking in a voice that mine hasn’t sounded

like for months and months

and she says it’s okay

because i made it

and that’s all she ever wanted

  • Author: Boaz Priestly (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 10th, 2018 00:09
  • Category: Letter
  • Views: 22
  • Users favorite of this poem: Aislinn Wilson
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  • Aislinn Wilson

    You're writing style is really unlike any I've ever seen before, and it's so very vivid and fluid.

    • queer-with-a-pen

      Thank you for saying that. I never really thought that my personal style of writing was all the unique. Mainly just loud, angry, and queer. Which, coincidentally, is what I am 100% of the time. (In all seriousness, this comment means a lot to me as a writer).



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