I Forget the Rest

Birthing the hunter,
I spent my nights
running,
running,
ever running
from you,
my secret monster.

And I saw
the pain flit
across his
pretty little face
and felt a tinge
of compliance
because I couldn’t
soothe the ache
out of you.

Ah well, at least
she keeps her promise
to be a cold queen,
snow on eyelashes,
still life carousel,
dogs in the dungeon,
manic music
that sits in your
hip bones
until even breath
is a requiem.
And even when you didn’t approve,
I burned the whole
goddamn house down anyway
with my fire body sizzle.
Start over Stardust.
Hush.
Breathe Deep.

I forget the rest.

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