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.
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