I Could Walk Away

Posted: October 10, 2017 in Uncategorized

There’s no heat in your fire you’re like a painted flame
pasteurized jazz making music safe for white people
assuming correct postures feeling nothing
missing mindfulness in the moment.

I draw a deep breath arrest the impulse to please
I’m too eager for your approval you’re too willing to withhold
this repetitive cycle builds frustration
never mind.

The wounds I inflict with the weapons I wield
I am angry at myself
I willed myself to forget
red is your favorite color.

When I saw scarlet lines of ruby beads welling from slit skin
it all came back
but I was no longer lame
I could walk away.

Advertisements
Comments
  1. TJ says:

    Good, very good.

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s