Lesser People
She was all of space and time
A wild explosion of light and fusion of matter
In her hands she held a spider
She called them tiny galaxies
He smelled of gasoline and tasted of vinegar
Was liked in a very unusual way
On a boulder he blew a dandelion
And was taken back to the la la lands of his younger days
Their likeness wasn’t the same
But like the colors black and white they completed each other
Loving in a way only first timers can understand
A hopeless and hopeful kind of way
He said I remember when I thought weeds were flowers
The girl let the spider cross to the boys fingers
She said I remember when I killed things just because they were lesser
If in the end we all die and get cancer
I just hope our creator is someone like you
Who doesn’t squash spiders like children
Someone who lets us into heaven even if we were lesser
If you were in heaven I would travel through the depths of hell to find you
Making it my mission to kiss you by the opal gates
Pearly white and reflecting in all the colors of the rainbow
Even if there was no heaven or hell
And we were all just lesser people
I would wait with you in the darkness of nothing
So you would never be alone
About the Creator
Eli Salazar
I began writing after I was diagnosed with Tourette Syndrome. WIth Tourette can come the loss of friends, feelings of depression, and blackness. Writing is how i choose to fill that darkness with color.
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