Romeo + Juliet (Chopped & Screwed) Poem by Anya AlkayevVolkov

All my birds are quited down;
fallen corpses, dirty ground.
Litter the land with a newfound flair
as the sound of your admition ignites the air

And something inside me breaks
and my fingers are frostbitten,
snapping
off
one
by
one
by
one.

You don't decide how I paint myself for battle with the world.

You don't decide what eyes i'll give you
if i give you any at all.

When the lone, frail spine of sanity inside him snaps

who will rescue me?