POEM OF THE MONTH JUNE 2025:

GHOST

I was told I’m too friendly, too visible, carry too much light, that one day I’ll talk to the wrong person, meet the wrong fate.

I understand they already see me half-dead.

I’m patient enough to understand their confusion,

I do move like a ghost, lingering in spaces I should not, popping up in your peripheral,

waiting for you to notice me,

but most of all I’m loud, my noise drifts on the wind,

there is always a reaction whenever I enter a room,

I can make you shiver with just a laugh.

I remind them I was born like this, then I was made to swallow fear that I spat back out again.

I’ve been known to smile with teeth around my neck,

you see violence, is my kin, it’s something I know will keep coming to me but I’m not afraid.

You see my soul has built-in protection, I shine and shimmer,

if you are going to devour me, you are going to do it with an audience,

pink will stain your tongue,

everyone will notice,

I want them all to feel guilty, and

I want myself to know that even in death I caused a scene,

I made you stop and wonder.

Besides, I’ll be back before you can even blink.

Don’t you know I’m the thing that’ll eat the world alive,

I’m the fucking supernova.