Malignant.
Every way I can
look at this,
shows me more
of your tolerance;
your ability
to navigate
in this world.
I am
increasingly
doubtful of your grasp
of this
reality.
You’ve given up control
to some other entity.
Bereft of sense,
sleepy eyed
and drifting
to the left again.
Wake up.
Oh, so precious;
woke enough child.
Now are you afraid
of being left alone
in the dark?
You never made it
past the Boogeyman.
The floor is lava,
trapped you
in your safe space.
I’d never imagined
that you’d become so cold
and distant,
but I barely hear you now
above the shrill,
indulgent cry out
for the secrets
of the gone before,
but they’re all gone.
This kind of mind
only eats itself.
This kind of child
only destroys
the thing that they love most.
Identify
with an entity
half in this world,
half in some other.
What does that get us?
I’m pretty sure we’ve done all this
before
and I don’t think it turned out
well.
I can see it,
growing inside of you;
indignation,
like cancer.
You’ll become
just like all the rest;
all the pretty shapes,
fed into the auger.
You’re so special,
when you comply,
so lay down
and close your eyes.
You’re anything you want to be,
just wait and see;
you’ll get what you deserve
eventually.
HG – 2017
