Empty gestures
Remove responsibility .
Distance yourself—you’re separate
From my existence now .
How can you reserve the right to look hurt when I turn you away?
Blame—shame
This is not a game .
Once you fire you can’t adjust your aim .
My pain festers
In hypersensitivity .
Hide from myself—in my moonlit
Room where phantoms avow .
How do I preserve the light that binds me with a single ray?
Aware—despair
Does nobody care?
Disability isn’t cured with a prayer .
Thirteen lectures
Assess vulnerability .
Vice on a shelf—we recommit
Crimes as gifts to endow .
How can we observe the blight that will surely destroy us someday?
Race—brace
Faith cannot erase
The malice that hides beneath your face.
About the Creator
Remi Akers
Remi is a poet and Young Adult fantasy/contemporary writer. They are a nonbinary demi-androromantic asexual who has chronic pain and fatigue. They like to write all things dark, queer, and cozy.
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