What's in a name?
You take my name and snap it like a wrist bone.
Crack the consonants over your tongue until the vowels lay limply in your mouth.
Bone shards. The letters fall half-dead at your feet. I cradle them in my lap, sobbing their sounds as if I could scream life into them again. As if echoing their mutilated syllables would make me belong to myself again.
You have my blood on your fingers.
You have my blood on your fingers but you simply wipe it off on your pant leg.
// @lilac-wildflower
















