Whirlpool

Fingers beating

On dragon skin drums

We were tribal like loneliness

We ran like warriors

Cheeks stained with the juices of our crushed innocence

I held your hand

And told you not to be scared

And when they came for us

We were quiet like forgiveness

Sometimes in the dark of paradise

I hear the way your voice was ripped and frayed

Torn like our clothes as we jumped from waterfalls

We didn’t look down because we feared whirlpools

But now you’ve been sucked down

Swirled beneath the weight of blackness