#this is star wars

starsbetweenyourpalms:

I wonder, when I look at you,
if there is a riot behind your eyes
muted by the blankness,
by orders,
by regimented white.

Are you beating helpless fists
against a wall that will not yield
beneath them?

Are you fighting? raging? burning?

(Biding your time?)

I wonder, when I look at you,
if there is a storm within your throat
chained by foreign poison,
by commands,
by echoed lies.

Are you kicking weakened feet
against a tide that will not cease to
drag you under?

Are you striving? roaring? thundering?

(Holding your breath?)

When I look at you, I fear
that I can’t feel your heat, your spark, because

it’s gone.

Air stifled, ashes swept away,
leaving only

empty space.

—surrounded by your multitudes but i’m still cold | imj