You’ve filled us up with fear
It’s seeping out of our skulls
We’re all sipping, tripping, slipping away.
Our hearts humming at our breast bones with tiny thuds that
don’t let us sleep without
Citalopram, Medazepam, Diazepam.
Balled up tightly so we can only flick at keyboards and
hope change is made on screens.
Too afraid to see face to face to face.
Too much space between the shape of what we thought we’d be
And who you’ve made us.
