Ghosted

You killed me

In your mind

No confrontation

No bullet

Poof. Gone.

I was dead to you

Except

I’m not

Our eyes meet

Happen chance

Perhaps. Or not.

You’ve seen a ghost.

Living. Breathing.

I walk past the bananas

Then past you

You are white

Gape mouth

I now haunt you

In my safe boundary

You’re dead to me as well

I keep walking

Confident I am alive

You are breathless

Shocked and stunned

A dagger shoots from your eye

A piercing stare

Missed again.

I keep walking

Skipping, in fact

My integrity in tact

Rest in peace

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