Trigger Warning
I have painted my bones to a new color, one
unlike yours. What greater compliment
could I manage?
I lean against your wind, name my steps
to spite you.
Any day, your song could bloom in my skin,
rise my limbs to shaking, make me
swing against goldenrod limbs;
kill me in that I am
below you.
None could be where you stand,
the tower of eyes,
my childhood spent
to feed you.
Let me break myself
to grow a new shape; break
my arms so they may open.
Such a soft word, reset.