Writer: Siobhan Manrique

The following poem is written by Siobhan Manrique, one of our Twitter Competition Winners!

Like children with constellations,

we told stories with our bruises,

mythologized ruptured vessels,

eulogized ruptured loves,

excused violence as if training hounds—

if they didn’t break skin,

we could not punish the beasts.

And as we slept safe

in the crooks of our lies,

dust settled on the crucifixes

meant to keep out the witches.