Feet of the Free

By Belyn Thompson


Running with violet feet

Pressed against soft grass

Intertwined in your ears 


Smokey rooms

Colors of purples and blues

Skin against skin 

Silk swallowing

Flush faces

And pink lips

Beads rattling 

In your brain

Smooth rhythm 


                         Beats of a pause

Hips pressed against Hips 

Sweat dripping down 

No take backs 

You’re gone

Like the wind carrying a melody

You are a bird amongst your flock

Not alone

Not squeezed dry 

Shoved in a box

Unable to breathe

You’re free

Just Breathe

Art by Romesa Syed