Decolonization
is a violent phenomenon.
Dark purple bruises
on delicate white wrists
As I force your throttling hands
from my broken neck
Your poisonous lips
from my wretched mouth
My grip tightens.
dirty fingernails, punctured flesh.
Blood trickles across translucent knuckles
following the curve of your elegant fingers
Freedom seeps into punctured lungs
displacing your vaporous breath
Hot air rises
searing silky skin
Your proselytizing tears
gently dilutes my savagery.
When you speak,
I feel the vibrations in my throat
Independence.