God forgot to create us
with masks
PPE to bind
our skeletons
as the blood sprays and sticks
like sap to our
fingernails, our
knuckles, fists
bound, yet ready
for the punch,
the kill, the weapon
to crack,
to smash the air
framing our eyes
holes
as mirrors of
the planet, the people
clawing their bedcovers
pull me out,
we scream
we shudder as our
fingertips press
the lover next to us
carved into our
sacred space
This poem was first published in The Drabble