You cannot clip the wings of someone who has never flown

You cannot trim the leaves of someone who was not grown
But pulled and shaped already
By sharp blade-like actions and those breaking stones

You cannot call the names of someone you have never known

Barbed tongues do nothing when I've leaned that earplugs fit like puzzle pieces
And music beats my heart better than the blood you try to spill ever will

You would spell words in its ruby droplets and dot them down the lines of my friends
Like lighting sparks in your
Vicious wind

You would take match boxes and shelter them long enough to kindle and fire and set it free against me

But the flames are in my name and the anger of them
Pumps inside my veins and you mean nothing but ashes to me as you fan frantic against your own pains and
Twists

You piece of broken glass

You cut left open to the air

Fester

And taste again the ashes
Taste again what it means

To not be able to break the broken

Because we don't hear you anymore
Someone got to us first
And you are nothing now but a hollow wind
Yowling past closed shutters
Again
And again.

Silence.