Icarus

This is my last flare It lights up a narrow empty space Where all I can see is your scarred hand extending As you grab my numb and broken body I surrender Your embrace is surprisingly warm and gentle I know what the question is The memories are vague but as the cracks open my body unfolds Protected by yours Drawings A corridor A small window near the edge of a table Round glasses Curly hair A door A hand My neck held down An unbearable pressure in my head I felt it again and again Across my skin Pressing my wrists tight until my knuckles turned white The pulse The blood in my veins It felt cold It felt still I remember I remember My vision clears as my hands seem to grow in slow motion How come those bruises only appear now You were there too I could see myself but it was you Born into violence and stigma How I felt your might The wreckage and your shape Hunter you were fierce The one of us that would not forget