Kevlar Splinters

A Pride poem

Zoey Milford
Nov 7 · 1 min read
Photo by Fré Sonneveld on Unsplash

Many figures haunt the rooftops
of the parade. Like kevlar splinters,
they dig into the sky
with guns
picketed in their indeterminate hands.
It’s Pride,
and from above they stake the peace to snuff the protest.

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Zoey Milford

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Queer, Kiwi-Aussie writer and poet. BA in Creative Industries, avid chaser of representation, keen on coastlines and cats.

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