of all the words I swallowed instead of saying them to you
the rhythm of resentment and regret, fighting one another to the surface
war drums of the things you said to me that went right though my skin like bullets and planted themselves inside me like weeds, choking any happy memory of you, curling and crushing Polaroids of your face in the California sun
sixteen horsehooves pounding the road built of my backbone, four horsemen for each year I slept beside you, recalling the lightning storm between my teeth the first time you laid beside me
a long-conquered heart, memories riddled with the pox of knowing, a hungry ache between my legs- a white horse named for the day I began to die inside
A dying proclamation of the creature we once were. One born in the summer, under stars and streetlights in cities now barren.
A pair of small fists, a prisoner alone with your name scrawled on the wall 1,460 times
No, just a heartbeat. A solitary heartbeat, a sonar in the night, waiting to hear yours answer the call
A deafening silence, an agonizing pause that never ends. Just a single, solitary heartbeat.
here’s the full comic written by highschoolers and the homies of YPAC, and drawn by me. SROs are trash, I had bad experiences with mine when I did highschool. My mom issa teacher and she spends her own paycheck on supplies for her students cause the school is too busy pitching funds toward school cops who are negligent (at best) or escalate violence (at worst).
This comic was made in collaboration with homies from MPD150check em out.
