Showing Teeth

The wind blows on my face like razor blades
I count all the words that I say in my head
It’s 3 A.M. and now I start to think
About the stars in the sky or these lights that blind my eyes

My hands tied up
There’s tape on my mouth
Lights out

Her shaking hands betray her bravery
Her twin black eyes refuse to shut
The ceiling leaks oceans on our feet
This trash can fire provides us with our heat

Her face looks brighter in the water’s reflection
I wish I could say the same as the mirror grabs my attention
I mouth the words, “Will we be okay?”
She says, “I don’t know”

It’s overdue
He’s coming for you
He looks mean, he’s showing teeth
(I won’t leave you)