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I thought the gloves kept me safe.
Love is a filthy thing
And I will not be caught touching it barehanded
When I was younger
I wore rubber gloves
I’d never touch the yellow kind beneath my sink again
Because my youth was about to begin
I kept mine black
tight leather wrists
enough to support a fist
And balance cigarettes between my fingertips
the beauty of the black tar gloves
was that they went unnoticed
Armour is made of kevlar
Until mine isn’t
I attend funerals
without feeling the weight of their corpse
grief will never touch me
through my iron gloves
My rubber let me love people
without burden of their slaughtered innocence
the black let father raise his voice
but his words collapsed
somewhere between the first and fourth letter
I wore them when I fell in love
I tightened them then
Love is a filthy thing
And I will not be caught touching it barehanded
I was handed pieces of people to carry
with dirt still trapped in their wreckage
Punishing my expressions
If I had forgotten their message
I was expected to hold their glass
And never drop them
Because my gloves were made to be sterile
Eventually I stopped noticing
They broke in my hands
And my hands were tattooed with
Shards of Glass
You’re unbelievable your style is so unique. I’m enamored by these works. 🫶🖤
You kill it with ur words every time.