How many more will bleed
until we’ve had enough?
How many more will we bruise
and leave at the bottom of the barrel?
Dark night.
Dark life.
There’s a chill this summer night,
raging fumes from fiery thoughts
turned to actions.
Sirens echo from every direction.
Jagged scatterings of glass mimic
a yellow brick road leading to
a revolution.
Our revolution.
As the city burns so does
a previous way of life
It’s slowly fizzling out, and I watch
as the remnants transform
to specks of shimmery glitter.
No more
checking behind you shoulder
at every corner.
No more
black blood
only
black cherries.