Young Writers Society

duckling you beg for my presence without knowing so;
infantile and asking--
in the very moment your hopelessness cut deepest

why must you stand on barbed-wire-wrapped-bigotry?
darling soon you will realize it hurts, but not yet

you deny it now; sweetly calling 'this is my destiny'
oh how it pains me to watch you be so naive
your delicate skin is torn by lustrous golden fibers
i can only watch you bleed now; must you choose this
can you still not feel the wounds little one?
can you still not feel my touch is gentler-
your blood is legions more holy than this 'god' you serve
has he not taken enough from you; I could give you anything
has he not left us to rot within the depths of hell already?
with ambition wrenched from bone! and our
voices scratched from our lungs!
with an abhorrent cage of flesh that crushes in--
until there is no more room?
you bleed for an absent father; your
holy blood is twisted into silence

let me speak what you may not:

you think the barbed wire cares for you, darling?
even as it swallows your faith and bathes in your blood!
yes perhaps it cares to consume you my love
and without me you may just let it-

isn't it so fortunate that you called?
with me my love, my dearest angel of light
you will walk upon satin and be caged no longer
the barbed wire will sink into the earth and boil-
no longer will your ivory skin be peirced by greed
nor your wings wrung of feathers; you will be safe my dear
your enemies flesh will rend from their bones like rose petals
and I will sow it into our garden; there will be no absence
I will always adore you

this is the love I promise you.