Mourning Skies

Guns

We're all loaded guns
Our tongues flicker
At the trigger
Shooting others down
Without much of a sound
For no one hears them cry
No one hears them die

I clench my lips around the barrel

They can catch each bullet with their teeth
Swallow them down
Hide them in their stomach
For their arsenal
Spit them out when they're full

Then there are some of us who carry
All of the lead
Strapped around our ankles
We jump, we sink, we're dead

Instead of swallowing the words
We let them hurt
Gashes inside and outside our flesh
Both created on our own
To atone
For what was stolen
from us

For we hold no guns
Nor ammunition
All the bullets are lodged in our hearts
Not in our mouths
We are not on the trigger
For we hold the tools
Mending the broken
With nothing but words
Kissing the broken parts of ourselves
Scars we bore with shame
For we are the ones at blame
For handling our pain
In such a way