Literature
We Were Oil Slicks
If I had known life was a clenched fist,
I would’ve taken that punch gratefully,
taste tested my blood, and breathed easy.
But, someone taught me
it is a soft touch, brush stroke,
They told me, “Everyone is special.”
But no one warned me
that my body doesn't care if I’m special
that the body breaks quicker than the mind
that the mind breaks quicker than the heart
that the heart breaks quicker than the lungs
that the lungs work until nothing else does.
There are dead men with more hope than
these bones. They crack like glass under pressure
and one day dream of being sand.
I can’t stop thinking about how I am g