The summer sun glints through the windows

the smell of yellow fills my lungs

we sit under the shadowed patterns on green

inbetween the blue and the white.

We stare at the light yellow

you lied about.

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

I’ve been here before

the smell of children fills my lungs

The light yellow is blinding.

So pale in this light

it’s white.

An infitity room of words.

You rules are fake words

scribbled onto dead corpses.

written in blood

the blood on your hands

your words are knifes

slicing through our skin.

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

You act like you can’t

but your ears are stronger than mine

and you know it.

There’s no reasoning with an intransigent

myopic shadow of a person.