***
If I just find
one being
to treat me nice,
that would be enough,
right?
So why do I have to go on
about society
and the people rising up
to displace the comfortable kind?
Don’t we just know
that the revolution uses us
to put some other stranger
in charge?
Don’t we know
that our broken souls
won’t get werewolves out of this,
whether we go along with the pack or not?
They want us mindless, hungry,
so the more we fight
the more we lose
what we actually need:
a place
where people
give up the fear
of giving,
and the “weirdos”
and the “normals”
get along well enough to compromise
and say
I see you
every once in a while.
Just a place
where dreams
hold sway
and pain doesn’t last
cuz standing here on the collars of the past,
I
don’t wanna be a weirdo
who’s weaponized for war
anymore,
I just want
somewhere holy
to weep.
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find my book Graveyard of Lullabies at this link
Jordyn Saelor 