colours

you were that child

beneath and between

flickering screen.

You cried, while they watched

the pain, the colours

penetrate between the spaces

you knew were yours.

Colours. You hated.

Colours. You see. In him. In me.

Tainted and throbbing, like the space left in between.

You were that child,

plucking shards from your knee

from the glass we once shared

from the glass he broke

we bled, we bleed.

together

but it's him I hold,

him, with fists full.

Him, who watched, who delighted

in the unspeakable colours

as they escaped you, like a death spirit

you breathed in black and white

to escape without the hurt

In you my own heart breaks,

in you my own colours

press too deep.

Without you, I am myself,

that child,

beneath and beyond

that flickering screen.