With a still presence, I feel a heartbreaking
peace and a strange relief,
yet anxiety fades softly inside my chest
Breathing,
dreams from a prayer
resurrect an understanding
She frantically drifts
from love to indifference,
as if they belong
Blindly grasping for a self
in the mirror between her hands,
pretending
reflection,
bias,
avoidance
She forgets
no one is fighting
To see it otherwise
has always seemed
an underdeveloped connection
to sapience
An inherited,
hereditary emptiness
I guard
the child not yet born,
tethered
to another child
apprehension
inside her
Desecration
Love
the beautifully bloody heart
of youth
My dear,
distraction
is a silly masquerade
