You warned me
with your last name,

that you would brand me
so I wouldn’t forget
where you are.

where you stand, where I stand, where I am
where you are,
where are you?

two syllables
that scream in refusal

was I always this?

will I continually beg for
from a Ghost?

Little me
remembers, shivers,
when the door is slammed too hard
when it is not painful for Them to remind me
that you were here

that you walked here, near me,
possessed me and you kept me,
didn’t you?

I imagine
you see me
and you laugh
at what you’ve done

what you’ve left,

don’t you?

an unending mark They refuse to acknowledge,
but it is here,
it is here,
always here,

Isn’t it?

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