Ghost

I rebuke your ghost your ghost,

that haunts me

that possesses me

to hate myself.

that taunts me into corners

to scream at me.

With eyes closed, I rebuke your ghost,

who I can’t touch or feel but only

blow away with a heavy sigh

or a hyperventilated breath.

With palms out, I rebuke your ghost,

to push away

to stand my ground

to unfailingly weak willingly stand my ground.

With a heavy heart, I refuse your ghost

for it’s only your ghost who loves me.