generational sins
The skyline kissed the nerves that propelled you to touch me.
Like spilled ink, you whispered too soon.
"You were only every mine to touch"
But it is only that we are of the same blood, that I've clothes myself in scales.
Twisted ways seep through generations,
till I'm falling into rivers on consciousness.
I now notice how your irises linger seconds too long.
My resistance causes my mother's sanctuary of protection to breathe back the words I'm too scared to say.
Are we stained with the sick perspectives that run through our veins?
It is true.
I was only ever yours to touch.
I was only ever yours.
I was only ever family.
