& the next morning i scrubbed him out of my jaw
so hard that the blood he promised to take from me
flooded my gums.
the first time i went out with him, he called me a queen
then dragged me across the passenger seat by my crown
like a grave digger’s shovel cracks open the earth,
he broke the chain i was wearing
while it still cradled my neck.
i texted him back anyway.
what kind of haunting
doesn’t visit their own gravesite?
the night i returned to him i was already a ghost.
RebeccaLynn is queer, black, and surviving in Boston. They enjoy hiphop and their mom’s cooking.
They are a Winter Tangerine workshop alumni as well as a 2017 Pink Door Fellow. Their work has appeared in Maps For Teeth Magazine, Slam Chop, and Black Nerd Problems.