Banditti at Rest
silent stone, breathe, wait, our legs ache
a cigar with
among the ruins.
we have seen many here, they pass through much too fast
the cards, place
there are children this time, they will also age, let moss green their crown
the steps, blow
just a second.
when they leave, we are left much as we were: silent stone
Sy is a queer non-binary person living in Edinburgh, Scotland. They write through the haze of cat-/child-induced sleep deprivation to try and make sense of gender, relationships, and ADHD. You can find them on Twitter @TartanLlama and their publications at sybrand.ink.
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