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Hoarse Voices
The world failed me
and let me down
And kept me there with its weight
The gravity grounding me
The dying embers of a sun fracture into pieces to pepper the darkness
reminding me that no matter what it does, it will always be seared into memories
when I am the son that surely will not be
Those stars are fetishized pieces of a whole
that nobody will bother to mourn
who they will admire from a distance and hope that they do not join
The wind stifling my screams that nobody would care to hear or stop for if they heard
They excite the audience of a thousand green swaying sinners
Feeding off of the decay of others planted beneath my soles
They tease me
They are more alive than my own soul
They have felt the echoes of foreign footsteps and whispers of more to come
They have felt the sticky hands of innocence and witnessed the fall of warriors
They mock me by cradling what little is left of ancestors I will never get to know
Bones of forgotten stories that beg to be told
That cut through the air and slice through my heart
I stand surrounded by those whose voices are equally as heard;
the bones and the grass and the stars and me
Silently screaming and forever begging
The grass lays at my feet, the stars send tears cascading down, and my bones ache
A message to tell their stories and fight to be heard
so I scream into the wind until my throat had soldiers makeshift tents
so I walk until my feet are bathed in a sign that the battle has been lost or won
so I listen until all I can hear is the echo of the gunshot in the beat of heart
the scream, "we would never be heard"
and just when I thought I should join the silenced voices
I picked up a pen
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The universe must be a teenage girl. So much darkness, so many stars.<br /> --me