warzone, warzone
one sip one glug one hurt heart swallowing the sun i cannot believe
that we’ve been
left outside for as long as we have now all the windows
smashing my dad says i need to
evacuate and leave i think he’s onto something
we talk in threes and skip stones and
laugh as we hold hands our fingers
missing our bodies
forgotten & flimsy i think that i am the railtracks and the engine i am
the last siren and the first breath of morning air
i want you to take careful aim
& throw a stone at me
that we’ve been
left outside for as long as we have now all the windows
smashing my dad says i need to
evacuate and leave i think he’s onto something
we talk in threes and skip stones and
laugh as we hold hands our fingers
missing our bodies
forgotten & flimsy i think that i am the railtracks and the engine i am
the last siren and the first breath of morning air
i want you to take careful aim
& throw a stone at me
this is divya's second poem here. this is also probably their last poem to be published before they turn 20, so feel free to buy yourself birthday cake & eat it while thinking of them. you can make a wish, too.