Raz
Bluelighter
she asks me to remember
his hands around my throat
like a song I didn’t know yet
and I say
it’s curious
the way I see my future
in black stars
the way my past is held
in thorny cells
the present is a place
where childhood holds no sway
until she asks me
to remember.
his hands around my throat
like a song I didn’t know yet
and I say
it’s curious
the way I see my future
in black stars
the way my past is held
in thorny cells
the present is a place
where childhood holds no sway
until she asks me
to remember.
