She calls out to me like air
Raid sirens over a city dark
With enemy aircraft wings.

"I need you."
I am disgusted by the demons
That render her

Weaker than I know she is.
****, I love her needing me,
But my love is not of the

Essence. In mirrors,
She sees a cancer patient in
Remission letting her

Hair grow back.
I see Lt. Ellen Ripley out of
Alien

3, fighting her monster
Again, and once more not
******* losing.

You don't need my hugs, little
Girl. You need the woman they
Turn you into.