the repercussions of this revolution lay inside

I've got more experience

with losing battles

than anyone

and I know how to record

my history in ways

they can never burn

untraceable ink scribbled

on the tenderest skin

I have written novels

no one will ever read

on the patch behind my ear

come close to me

rest your lips on my cheek

and know what's there

I am a book of Braille

no pages only a cover

pale and wide eyed

I have lost the war and

my battle scars consist of

a skinned knee and my

ears ringing with the things

still unsaid and words

unwritten