retinas retain glimpses of glances
gracing our faces until our faces are faceless,
we place our faith in falling,
predestined to designate the night for the darkness in the day.
alone the onlookers are looking on
at the isolation of broad daylight
less assured more unsure, the sweat beaming reflects the urge to escape the glare of the unwanted, we pretend to send messages, messing with our senses
like our hearts aren’t tensing,
calling withheld numbers
we wish we held our gaze above our shoulders and let them know they can’t trespass on our daughters, invade boundaries,
bordered bodies by clothes that are nothing
but gateways and they break gates yet it’ll always be the stationary questioned at police stations, antagonised then demonised
to revive inner cries of blood drilling scars into her mind.
she wished she didn’t exist
before that road led her to the hands of breath clashing against cars crashing,
alone by the river to be joined drowning in the river