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
Copyright © Jess Tizard | Year Posted 2014
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