07 October, 2015


But we all share the same demons
barbaric and gaudy, all the same color
They tear apart intestines
They do not respect that which is delicate
We offer up memories and fear
to hide the scent the famed heart gives off
Yet no way is there to outrun our fiends
Empathy is a snail’s sweaty trail
Solace leads them to yet more prey

Yes, I know, I feel it too
There is a hole in my side where my kidney was
They’ve stolen it and are joking
I didn’t even know how to be afraid
I hid in caves and behind trees
as if there is a way to turn from them
They tore out my teeth once,
a strange, seismic heat
If there was no love, they’d never find anyone

They live in the moment, these villains,
between compromise and manipulation
We share these brutes by smiling, and gazing
at one another, with song and in rhyme
They can smell our veins
And we are left breathless, our delicate smiles stolen
They hide between our hesitations
Our fears, abyssal, to them is great clear air to breathe
We sweat toward one another, daring them

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