Sidewalk Veins

The whining of the electric light humming its dark song

Our footsteps reversed till our heartbeats were calm

Pushed through the pavement and caught by the trees

Intruding on the congregation of the fallen leaves

The veins begin to grow

Twisting its wicked smile

Our march comes to a halt

As we admire this raised ground

We whisper in one accord,

“Let these be our sidewalk veins

Ensnared by the concrete, entrapped by our pain.

Let these be our sidewalk veins,

where our troubled stories haunt us and burn us again.”