QueenBee

They didn't say your name at graduation,

there was silence when there should've been you

when we should've been screaming for you

Growing up, music was always a constant. 

Then, it meant very little to me. 

It was only background noise, but always there. 

We lie in bed  with our arms around ourselves, 

cradling the mangled bodies of children

 who had the stars squeezed out of their eyes so that, still shining, they fell 

Will we ever stop

Forming gaps for young children to fall through,

Teetering on the edge–          –swinging their legs. 

Everybody has somebody — the person who is their everything and whom they never want to go without. 

It could be for a long time or a short time, a moment or an age. 

Shoes worn by angry feet scuff up mirror floors,

and white paper faces with blue lines 

look down to see nothing reflected back 

but searing lights and