We progress

Lying warm and close in darkness,
Huddled safe against outsiders,
4:28am, a small voice waking said,
“Your feelings are not important!”

And I was cowering, hiding
In a corner, seeking shelter,
With no direction home and
Wishing I would die;

That raised a reef for us,
On which I hurt you,
On which we wrecked us, mirroring
That inverted siren’s call;

Providing rocket fuel for anger
Bitten back too long,
A spark, igniting, as providing
Was taken and ignored.

4:30 now. We progress.

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