A Clenched Fist Is To Resist

a moon reflects

a razorblade ocean

I’m marooned 

on an inverted stalagmite,

the tides cut my skin

I can’t resist

as the current

cuts my wrists,

I feel a warmth

as I sink with a clenched fist,

I’ve won nothing

there’s no reasoning 

for my defiance,

a clenched fist is to resist

not to give in to such weakness,

a fist to the face

a fist to the guts,

a fist to those

who try to silence us