Mixing with tears
I watch it all drain into the sewers,
Even as blue and red lights
Flash by me
Like blinding strobes
In a club I didn't want to go to,
Even as the DJ plays that awful music,
That awful sound
Ringing through the lonely night.
Even as I hear the clanging of the trolley,
Even as they wheel you away,
Like you're gonna be okay,
Like you're gonna be safe.
Like they can save you.
It shouldn't be like this.
This night shouldn't be like this.
We should be on my doorstep,
Smiles and laughs,
And you giggling quietly in a way that only you can do.
We should be hugging each other,
Soft kisses on foreheads,
Brushing hair out of star-filled eyes,
That's how this night should've ended.
It's too late for that now.
It's too late for the apologies to come bursting out like water through a broken dam.
It's too late,
And even so,
I let the cold whispers sneak past my chattering teeth
As I sit here,
Wrapped in a heavy blanket
Bedford Forest cake.
What do you call a racist who trips over his robe?
A Klu-Kluts-Klan member.
Only to find the pavement rough with swastikas and the
Cruel words carved into white cement, bleeding lies.
The paw prints of hate
Marching down the streets, fangs bared,
Tripping over streets littered with the homeless
And other trash, miscellaneous. Broken bottles
were our windmills, cat and mouse the game.
Dashed against the fencing with no escape,
Felt the splinters piercing flesh as thoughts went awry.
Burning crosses overturned our fate.
We were outnumbered, unmade, unworthy
There was nothing to do but watch the sun come up
From behind clenched teeth
We can't break it down.