I will not stretch my backbone

Nor will I empty these pockets

For promises you’ve not ripened

I can’t inherit the scars of any child


My skin is concrete enough

My playgrounds are soiled

With your laughter and pain


You call silence into every song

Immersed guilt, left a body behind

Make skeletons out of every smile


These wounds will heal by morning

I know this wholly, there is still room

You go away from my sunshine

You go be a tsetse fly

I’ll just be water.