I was raised on life support.
I was taught
To paint silence onto my lips
And close my eyes to find a place unseen,
Never held up
Restrained on the edge of never-knowing.
Growing up on life support
You were always above, counting time
Sliding the planets on a string.
Even on slow burn, excess is poison.
Something lies beneath the skin of the mirror –
A promise that I will trip over all these tracks that you lay down,
Where punitive light leaves the bone exposed.
Time to breathe
Without you blowing air into my mouth,
Time to speak
Without your words falling out,
Time to find my feet
And learn to fall.