Stories
Close these fists
why don’t you
let my neck not resist
I promise not to complain
I am not the one to inconvenience
your need to exercise your right
I am not these shadows
I am not these stones
you want me to smile
I will, your world isn’t mine
just let go once you are done
don’t look back or regret the thumbprints
remember my last breath
wasn’t meant for your kind
read a book or two if you want closure
just forget this piece of paper
it will melt and be enough
our stories were never yours
in our skin, blood and sighs