wings on barbed wire
wave me hello as the train
travels supernova
explosion through
downtown.
we have spoken words
that meant something,
that gripped iron ends
onto our ankles and kept
us close.
in shackles, we outshone
the entire galaxy.
in chains, we sped through
the world catching wind
of bleeding bird feet—the
sweet chips and chirps now
reverberate symphony
through thick plastic.
And I am on top
of you licking your pores
like charcoal.
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 12:25 PM UTC
wings on barbed wire
wave me hello as the train
travels supernova
explosion through
downtown.
we have spoken words
that meant something,
that gripped iron ends
onto our ankles and kept
us close.
in shackles, we outshone
the entire galaxy.
in chains, we sped through
the world catching wind
of bleeding bird feet—the
sweet chips and chirps now
reverberate symphony
through thick plastic.
And I am on top
of you licking your pores
like charcoal.
