my brother steps around broken glass, sneakers soft on the wood.
the pastor’s words are soft, sugarcoated.
i long to feel the golden rays of summer once more.
suffocating, is the leather string around my neck.
sitting above my heart, stainless steel scorches my skin,
a blazing emblem of it’s truth.
here i am safe, four walls and stained glass protects me.
but here,
i am isolated.
here i am trapped
the pastor’s words are soft, sugarcoated.
i long to feel the golden rays of summer once more.
suffocating, is the leather string around my neck.
sitting above my heart, stainless steel scorches my skin,
a blazing emblem of it’s truth.
here i am safe, four walls and stained glass protects me.
but here,
i am isolated.
here i am trapped
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