A stranger's name on skeptic tongues
A taste like blood and foreboding.
The spice of a new kid.
Foam bleeds through the teeth of my peers
Bile green, it’s words and it’s venom
This thing they call “fun".
A game played with barbed wire fists,
Acid, poison, whips, guns and swords.
No rules but they're winning.
They called me Bluebird
I one short, fat, and sad.
Accurate if only I’d fly.
Raccoons and kestrels
Hunt a bluebird til death.
Dear God how I wish I could fly.
Once I was Bluebird.
Existence encumbered.
Stained life released via knife.
Witness, you hungry young hunters,
The blossom of seeds that you sowed.
Bleeding chrysanthemum.
I carved my name into my chest,
The wings broken and defeathered
Of bluebird now red.
Peace feels like longing and defeat,
But I fly on wings of my own
Pray safe from the world.
