Of all the monsters
that haunt the human mind:
war, famine,
the choking dust of poverty,
they choose love.
They could have feared the silence,
the way a day ends without apology,
or the night, how it crawls and lingers.
But they tremble instead
before two hands clasped together
like the answer is always destruction.
How strange it is,
that love, of all things,
becomes the wound
they flinch from,
when the world has teeth
so much sharper
than a kiss.
Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 5:13 AM UTC
Of all the monsters
that haunt the human mind:
war, famine,
the choking dust of poverty,
they choose love.
They could have feared the silence,
the way a day ends without apology,
or the night, how it crawls and lingers.
But they tremble instead
before two hands clasped together
like the answer is always destruction.
How strange it is,
that love, of all things,
becomes the wound
they flinch from,
when the world has teeth
so much sharper
than a kiss.
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