she never wished to have her death be a
political spectacle
her death
now part of the circus that she attempted to quell
now just a name jumping through rings
headlines
rings of fire
when her former act was breaking the ceiling
the shattered glass coming down like rain
dealing a thousand tiny cuts to the patriarchy
down like the rain that greeted her
as a young girl
before she ran off to the circus
a young girl
in brooklyn heading to school
clutching a star of david necklace in her small fist
no idea of the glass and ashes that would be lying at her feet
YOU ARE READING
metamorphosis
Poetrya collection of poetry written during quarantine, the tumultuous 2020 school year, and the entering into a post-covid world. randomly updated.
