okay, take the pill and split it;
okay, drown it down your throat;
okay, take the dream and the scissors;
yes, the one dream where i remembered
how to play four squares with bricks for
***** with smoke for the air around
us.
yes, the one dream where somehow, we
painted bruises into nebulas, our scars
into stars, our whole arms would become
a galaxy that we would call “not healed,
but getting there.”
yes, the one dream where psychologists
and men in business suits demanded
our whole history, slitting our brains
to find the right pills.
yes, the one dream where my hands
shake at the acceptance letter I was
handed, my future was set in sky
blue victory.
yes, the one dream where my hands
can hardly pin down silver and yellow tears
yes, the one where I am leaving
beige walls.
yes, the one where i leave the mixture
of puke green tiles for stargazing in
the middle of nowhere blue, to
hardwood floors that are now mine
yes, the one dream where pavement
tore skin like my hands tore the papers
with failing grades and red.
yes, the one where i have said that i have
lived, i have lived, i have lived, and i
will live.
okay, cut the dream.
okay, leave the shattered remains on the floor.
okay, leave your green eyes behind.
okay, let the remains melt away,
they will, in time, like time always does.
okay, let the rain wash it away.
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 11:20 PM UTC
okay, take the pill and split it;
okay, drown it down your throat;
okay, take the dream and the scissors;
yes, the one dream where i remembered
how to play four squares with bricks for
***** with smoke for the air around
us.
yes, the one dream where somehow, we
painted bruises into nebulas, our scars
into stars, our whole arms would become
a galaxy that we would call “not healed,
but getting there.”
yes, the one dream where psychologists
and men in business suits demanded
our whole history, slitting our brains
to find the right pills.
yes, the one dream where my hands
shake at the acceptance letter I was
handed, my future was set in sky
blue victory.
yes, the one dream where my hands
can hardly pin down silver and yellow tears
yes, the one where I am leaving
beige walls.
yes, the one where i leave the mixture
of puke green tiles for stargazing in
the middle of nowhere blue, to
hardwood floors that are now mine
yes, the one dream where pavement
tore skin like my hands tore the papers
with failing grades and red.
yes, the one where i have said that i have
lived, i have lived, i have lived, and i
will live.
okay, cut the dream.
okay, leave the shattered remains on the floor.
okay, leave your green eyes behind.
okay, let the remains melt away,
they will, in time, like time always does.
okay, let the rain wash it away.