And force me into infinity again?
Break me into numbers and spirals, and blood and flesh
make me all that I don't wish to be. Make me collect
like glass shards strewn outside/a bed of prickly grass.
Claw on to me as the concrete path spirals onward, I am led nowhere
by the comfort of your silence. I am held astray
by the swing in your voice. What do your eyes
even see?
An empty you could tear open with your fingers.
Our bloods run the same,
I can't stand myself
the way I stand you.

Raian Abedin is a contributor and a regular at SHOUTxDSBooks Slam Poetry Nights.