I just liked
the way his stomach depressed under my fingertips, how
his skin was soft and warm when I touched it,
like mounds of ash.
I wish I’d kissed him with less urgency.
Peace beat its wings against the bars
and cried for freedom .
Don’t let it out,
it will fly around our room and make a mess of it
If we destroy the cages then it will be free.
So we crushed the cage
and mourned the broken mess inside.
Artwork by Fancy Fox
They say that when you die
all the malevolent wretched things
and work on tearing delicate tissues.
I say it's no different
to being alive.