Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for mature content.
I see you shattered in the sidelines
tears flooding your face, body quivering.
I want to give you my hand
in the midst of this frozen rain.
I want to stand your roof
from the storm
and your walls to hold and
hide you from prying eyes.
Your sobs wrench me.
As I look up at our driver
see a crude, backwards, racist grandfather
you know the one we all hide from our friends?
His head on backwards
as he drives towards a forest
with vampire bats
who have rabies bites,
wolves who love saltwater
and the man who holds the lantern specializes
in serving monsters mashed people.
The decrypted stow away weeps too
but she wipes away her tears
and masks peel with them
like tissue paper
wet from her whipped hurricane of fluffy fears;
her master looming near.
Our uncertain forest war-zone edges closer,
I hear the prayers for some explosion to level it
I feel the tremors of your body vibrating my feet
but my jaded resolution is that we will breach its darkness
and follow our majority's voice straight through.
As we do, no one knows our fate,
if it is predestined or created
I have no faith to pray with
just my love to give,
my back to carry you,
and a bat to whack away
what my eyes find as danger.
I am here for you,
please, don't go.