a critique of violence as a response to crisis!
your fists
shatter mirrors
punch holes in walls
& you with
bleeding knuckles
slam your own face
into a door
to prove
what
(?)
that what breaks you
inside
to sharpness
is your heart
breaking
& you must
keep milling it
to the point
you suck pain
from an acid tit
& go look for more
still hungry
you grind
that glass core
further into flour
your daily bitter bread
that cuts
when you swallow
unmaking yourself
while trying to shake
the world
into something
as damaged as you
the doors you kick down
will never
open to anywhere
you want to be
so stop trying
***here you go, Jeremy. Inspired (sort of) by Jeremy’s poem on violence, here.
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