We were a stillborn breath that swept over the centuries:
taught from birth that we were incomplete, we tried to love our holes in order to feel
whole
and yet they shunned the idea so instead we listened to the darkness within and loved ourselves with sweet sharpness;
as our bones grew we feared the day when life as we knew it would end; we began nurturing a path in our heads instead of our hearts, anxiety from thought schools and the geometry of things–the different angles, the x’s we couldn’t yet know. we were too scared to gamble our life on an abyss of unknowables–that was the essence of our thoughts;
dropping out of a system of classes, flying through shadows who took our colors and left us dry and white,
stripping, flaying,
we fell hollow at the end of the line, chains taking the place of our skeletons and muscles hardening–
Were we still human?–
our vision growing short, some growing far, some seeing future, some seeing past,
and yet still all haunted by the beating of our hearts;
One to start a revolution: One body, one foot stepping forward, one fist raised, one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one
UNITY
unmistakably a collar is clamped around our necks but because they are made of flowers we pretend to not see them. if we took them off we wouldn’t know where to go. we hang on to umbilical cords tied around our airways because we were taught that nutrition is transported through it but we were never taught that there is no more need–they never wanted us to wean off the support so we cling hopelessly to it in hopes that we achieve our hope through artificial hope;
some take the ax–and well, we don’t speak of them because we weren’t meant to see, to hear, to say, so we stay where we’re comfortable and when one breaks out of the cave they are gone. we are left watching shadow puppets on the wall while they laugh at us from the outside because they would never subject themselves to the darkness again, so we suffer and simmer and die, unknowing the world and letting them laugh and retract into a fetus, as if we were to be born again–
-Mien
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