Eliel & i will always send u prompts if u want i know lots of words
when you were born, they placed a
pair of marbles / in your hands. they wore
the same colour as the sky / above:
a bright blue between your / small fingers,
your smile / as wide as the sun /
& no one had ever been witness / to a
more beautiful sight.
year after year your spine built up /
a fragile & oh so loving thread. on the
surface / of the marbles they found
light specks, staining perfect summer
skies & a prophecy was / weaved
before you could speak:
one day you would break them.
folded anger seeped / into your eyes
so you kept them closed and hidden.
all they ever saw / was the bright blue /
in your shaking grip, shards / and
blood / eventually on your skin; their
tightly knitted ideas / formed a different
damned version of yourself.