by Sareen Equality

We would sonder through every and all of it with  fingers tangled, unwavering, so our heartbeats
pound against each other in turn

Bandaging the grief because it had been our turn.

You were endless and unbolted. Fascinated that it went belligerent because I scream silent, not letting it
be my turn

Candidly, it was your turn
The space was orchestrated, in whole, with you in mind because I took your turn

It had to take a turn since my stomach falls empty when I see you carelessly shattered on the streets of
the city

Nothing had been more obvious than your return,
You bludgeoned our core with a downturn then wiped your hands clean with my fears

and with that, I had made it known that I would take my turn

Because it will always be your turn
When I close myself wide enough, you let me have a turn