A poem from Stephanie Bennett-Henry – Damn, she’s good!
The blood is thick here
circling around cold hearts
constantly trying to take my hand,
but never to hold it.
All eyes on me, looking like home,
I stare into them, memorize them,
until I recognize the color
of a lie folded over, disguised
like a mask that looks familiar;
I have been here before.
I don’t want to be anymore.
I see my spine in your eyes
turned weak, I see my heart
in your mouth as you chew it up;
well spit it out… I want it back.
I’m not taking your hand
so you can pull me to the place
you think I should go.
I know where my dreams are,
I remember the way.
I have emptied your eyes,
taken back what’s mine.
Don’t follow me.
I will follow my heart
for the first time in so long.
You can taste your own words,
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