When the torches came

“When they came,

the mountains shuddered.

The rivers emptied themselves

of bones.

Undressed until they were

naked and still.

When they came,

they called you unholy.

Blamed you for the sin weighing

down their hands.


The wind drowned the ocean

in screams of sisters gone mad

with envy of their brothers’

thunder feet. Their nightime free.

Their unapologetic loud.


When they came,

you tried your best to un-become.

To not be what your mother

warned you against.

To un-miracle.


It never worked.

They loved your girl heart.

How it always ended up in someone else’s fist.”


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