Comparison is the enemy / The future seems bleak / Look left, look right
Unsheathe a hollow spear and spill from ephemeral streams of blue. / Hold it against me only for a moment to let my skin seize against the cold steel.
On a search for / assurance, / I was sat across / the Intrepid
There is something about lighting a match. / Such power and awe, / Something that might catch a stronghold
There is a darkness that lingers above. / Alive and breathing, / Short shallow breaths.
There are fewer flowers in the hospital rooms now. / The ones sent to room 22 / have been taken out.
You say that I must be hot / and reach over to take my coat off. / No, I’ll keep it on.
you’re making things worse / rubbing wounds with the salt / from their own sweat
“Abuse is of use.” / That is what we tell ourselves. / That it makes us stronger.
These are the subjects / you taught me, but as I sit in this / despair, they don’t comfort me. / I need you to teach me more.
I heard about the blood / that you described as a flood, / and the terrible stomach pain
I see You / Holding up the sign / standing in line / or in a crowd / loud and proud.