And how you must think we are monsters,

Pawing and grabbing and drooling and

Chasing you back to your home and

Your cute room-mates.

Defending you from us,

The barbarians at the gate.

I am sorry, so sorry you are so pretty.

So blithe and lithe and shameless.

Vulnerable and hopeful. Calcium white.


Courtesy of Death Rainbows

I am sorry we have made you jaded

Made you grow a thick shell

To protect yourself from us.

You are right to cut with rusty shears

The line I threw to you.

In night’s silence, severance.

Your library a jumbled mass, a catalogue

of denial. Your only power, really.

Mine a single slim volume, about

The defense of lost causes.


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