Sold off

If you
make your money
selling the sparks
from others eyes
you
deserve to trip
over their bodies
as they
drop

Incoming

Take
all love
and hope
away
Push
them out
of here

Then wonder
why
when they return
they bring pain
anger
and fear

Front line
blood
is on your hands
when you wage
war
against our kin

So arm
your troops
with kindness
to truly
secure
your wins

Hold

It bubbles in my core
where I store
process and purify
and temper
my anger
into sheets

I measure
and cut
and create
my exoskeleton
to hold me up
when I cannot
hold myself

So I’m now no
longer flexible
and cannot
move too fast
But that I’m
standing
up at all
is a victory

And when
my anger
stiffens solid
and warps
metallic joints
It is love
that soothes
the skin
rubbed raw
beneath

It is love
that melts
the armour
into instruments
then plays

And it is love
that holds
my hand
so I can
dance