Updated: Jan 22, 2019
Author: Olivia Lloyd
Photo courtesy of Teen Vogue
bodies pulse to the heartbeat from the floor
blood humming to the tune
in your ear.
The noise startles you,
screams on mute,
The music commands “baile” but
you start to run,
while the bubble of safety goes pop,
while the gun goes pop.
It happened two years ago today but
it’s been happening in your brain
every day since.
The unbreakable time loop,
pride month but Pulse anniversary,
the ultimate paradox,
the cosmic joke.
You can’t love another until you love yourself,
you can’t love another if you are killed for doing so.