Am I the brick
that smashes glass?
Fountain of shards
spray
Like the paint I used
to write your name

Elegant curves and
black bold lines
dripping wet
with sharp highlights

This wall will
serve as a reminder
of the day
A testament of time
where we came to kneel
before textured
skin

Stand defiant before
opposition
wipe the blood
off our hands
as shards begin
to
spray