the world is on fire
and i would watch it burn
if only it wasnt my world
if only it wasnt mine mine mine
going up in rainbow flames
a mockery of the queerness i hold so dear
because now i have buried the hatchet
but you can still see the blade
do you see it?
so dull
so rusty
do you see it?
so sharp
so shiny
a glittering pack of atoms clumped tight tight tight
fish in a can
i am a fish in the ocean
no teeth
tattered fins
though i am young
i feel as if i am falling apart
a loose cannon
without the cannon part
oh God, am i dying
is it time to die yet
i can never get the thought out of my head
it stays so i stay
here stay the room in me with
the words are a jumble
never coming out right
tongue leaden
here i am
licking my wounds
the black and gold bruises
they taste of sulfur
if hell is an exit then i am the doorframe
see me in the brass knob
the broken doorbell
it makes no sound
in the night when it rains
and the tears are flying
gravity upends
i reach a hand up
trying to find my halo
only to come away with smudged black
paint on my angel feathers
About the Creator
Brittany MacKeown
I also go by my middle name, Renee, but you can call me about anything
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