I bought a watercolor palette
I'm trying to paint my ghosts
So they will stop hunting me
And just be part of my history

I'm trying to place them in the right spot
century, era and all.
Building an house with garden for each one
hoping they don't fell alone.
And from this close, they faces are familiar
With them I share scars and noses.

Now they live outside of me
it's crazy how they're not chasms
curled in black holes on my chest
Now they stopped being haunted.


(Now I know, they are ancestors of mine.
And maybe there is a way to heal, for real.)

© khloè