Lizards

lizards black tar sweats, squabbles, shakes in the glare of the ocean of blue. white light engulfs the sky. stealing the heat we grip the ground with our claws. scan the black tar with our yellow eyes. our blood begins to warm. her hair is melting to soft green scales and mine to black blending into the ground. we are lizards, we laze in the sun, it cannot scare us with its glare we are lizards, silent strong quick predators, unnoticed yet still there. we stalk a flying bumble bee; shattered glass, yellow string buzzing it moves anxiously, falling, rising in the wind she moves too slowly to catch it it glides higher in the sky we watch as it soars to freedom we should have learnt to fly black tar engulfs my vision cradles and crushes my head white noise of harsh invasion her cry consumes my dread our scales snapped they tear from our skin without amour to shield the attack a stampede of torn and dirty shoes feast upon the remains they dig and dive into my stomach with intent to play their games teeth of bound dark leather snouts of practiced malice souls etched with childrens patterns dirt and gum now printed on our bodies with one more laugh and a jolt of pain they leave my eyes are blue now and hers are drowning the sky is blue the day pleasant the floor warm but the trance has gone our reality mangled we are no longer lizards we cannot pretend anymore we are children weak, shy, yet far too noticed labelled, bruised and saw. by Jess Tizard