spread knives like infection

Your song is blending into the
beat of my heart like the millions
waiting for the next big thing,
and though I line my books in rows
and stack the rest in piles,
I feel like an eel back in the ocean;
it’s been a while since I’ve played this game.
Not of love or hate or creation
but of knowledge; I want to understand
the pin in your hair
and the smile on your face.
You hit me like the titanic,
though no one is going to sink you
just yet.
You are the broken thing we call perfect;
one eye to the future
and one in your palm,
one mind in the gutter
and one ringing in our ears.
You make us love ourselves despite the years
we couldn’t call our bodies home;
you make us love ourselves deep
into the ground where we’ll lie in millions
children, mothers, activists
dead to the world they worked for
and the queen, the lady,
up in the sky, burning bright for the world to see
while the shadows come out
around the remaining.
A new world built for you
and built on me.

Reviews

[Helpless]

Your song is blending into the
beat of my heart like the millions

i really like this stanza! great job in general!