Were we afraid?

when the arrows screamed no

and our devils whispered

closer.

we can't listen.

we can't speak.

I am patient, and I am tired

you are hard, you are weak.

I take your face in my hands

cannot give you a kiss. No.

I have to make you understand,

I drive my fist

in your face

so you finally know

of your

place

saying take this

as our bloody goodbye.