I remember story books - Hushed fairy tales. (Mine).
I remember history - a secret and a fight.
How I wanted perfect, but missed the details. (Yours).
I forgot to water the plants again, now they have weathered.
I could never care or nurture. You gave me far too much.
I remember maps, biology, anatomy. Yours, Mine.
That anatomy spilled on to the floor, dripping cells. Mine.
Bones too brittle and warnings unheeded. Yours and Mine.
simple physics to build momentum.
It's all just movement after all, isn't it?
You were the first push on the pendulum.
History spinning in the dirt, hardened in the rocks.
It was all bound in to books ( yours) to teach us better than to repeat.
It's all just lessons never learned, isn't it?
Circles, cycles, spinning- the dancer in the music box.
It's all flashes from childhood (mine) - to here.
Offered up on a stained platter, tarnished silverware.
I was made in to your fucking feast.
It was mine,
Now it's yours.
Diseases polluting the gene pool- Mine.
Sickness diluted then strengthened with each pass- Yours.
I wanted to see what was underneath.
The chambers of the heart, hollows in the bones.
It's all just the skeleton's charm after all, isn't it?
Breath that burns (yours), tissue paper lungs (mine).
Please make me part of it, let the water swallow me.
It's all just a shore, traded for the tide,
Replenished by waves, always rolling.
Littered with grit, treasures, old paper. Yours. Mine.
That's all it is, isn't it?
Movement (yours), Heartbeats (mine).
Trapped feelings (mine), forced motions (yours).
A search for truth, a nightmare, a document,
A determined fate, is that all it is?
It was yours,
Now, it's mine.