we, the hurricane
beating on windows
when all we knew was the rain
perhaps we should have been snow
to freeze the hearts that froze us
poison in our throats
flowing as a pus
we bled through our crimson coats
for all the tears we flooded
world, misunderstood
we were the hunted
butterfly girlhood
innocence that fled the storm
a life we could never warm
we, the broken windowpane
bailing out dreams with buckets
but nightmares remained
while we danced, puppets
strings tied to a trust
that fled with our faith
when the sky began to rust
the graceful sun sighed in death
we were left blooded
by wounds we didn’t ask for
flesh splitting, hurried
as cold fire began to thaw
nowhere left to go
no footprints left to follow
perhaps we’ll turn into snow
and fall far from any dawn.
