What Monsters

She with the eyes

of river stones and milk soft hands.

for there were

seven days and seven nights

of aching together as one.

 

And didn’t we tell you

that there are little ones

with cat’s claw teeth who creep

and who crawl and who want

you for their own?

 

He used to drink water

sweetened by honey. He

used to run his fingers through

your hair. He used to be.

 

And didn’t we tell you to look over

your shoulder and hold

your breath in graveyards until

you see spots that look like

divinity?

 

You wanted once to run

into the arms of everyone. To

hold, to be held. There are spaces

where you can become what

you are.

 

And didn’t we tell you not

to listen when we called out

your name, it was a trick,

a trap, a promise only of

nothing and nothing and

then no one?

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