Lull
this morning
music plays
but I hear nothing
flat and spent
from the glitching
of last night’s
war on sanity
I sit deflated
and mentally defiled
by the evidence
of your mind
unright and unsettled
let me write
a page or two
in your book
of secret drama
let me share
my observation
of your teeter
on the border
let me vent
my wonder
ardent yet disbelieving
and angry, so angry
let me grab you
by your golden hair
with both of my hands
and shake savagely
until you puke
until you purge
your self-hatred
let me shake
until your loathing
crawls to the curb
that same curb
where your tiny body
lay broken and alone
a wingless bird scooped
by a nameless angel
who brought you home
let me gather you
into both arms
flawed and whole
weep now
the pain will fade
and not inflict
weep violently
toward toggled demons
until their shadows
turn to dust
weep truly
and retreat
to first breath
to... hush
...hush...
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