DNA

Minutes tally our moments in flashes of cracks and white paint

No face on the clock that functions off of red waves and hellos

Earth shivering in having to hold in all the sinners and saints

Shimmers and stains that come with always being alone

I know there lies the skeleton of a dying breed laced with DNA

Coding the past into the ground as the tears water the marrow

Of all the constellations and milky ways, there is one glimmer that never fades

Between the veins of the leaves and the wings of the wonderful wicked sparrows

She adorns her pain like blue diamonds and gold pearls catching light

With the bodies of the small beasts hanging from her lobes

Working for the evil one and the One who explodes stars on high

Her sternum containing the last shard of all the lost history codes

Come back to a moment where the wind begins to speak to you again

Come back to who you know you were always supposed to be

There’s no way to distinguish where you should be slowing or stepping

Between all the beautiful monsters that also want to be loved and freed

If You are somewhere out there with an ear opened to the cries down below

If pain is also a language that You can speak

Teach the lost and the broken the difference between lonely and alone

The tipping scales between chaos and the lost treasure holding the true peace

They can’t hear me, but I was hoping You were somewhere near

Cells don’t respond to my words the same way they would to Yours

If white doves were made for flights over fears

Would you repaint and remodel all the shattered windows and doors

I destroyed them all on my own and I watched the beings lose their breath

One foot down on the old version that tried to make her way back through

If this was the best that this disfigured mind could ever get

Wouldn’t You please make it easier to live in solitude?

Love always,

Chayle