Laid down, the only answer that can be given.
Clearer light, separate and distinct, from the same fountain.
Ambition, to counteract ambition.
Human nature, to reflect on human nature.
Angels were to control itself.

Divide and fortify. Natural defense, safety. Absolute negative connection between this weaker and the weaker.
All the power surrendered.
Evil will render This, turned against, broken into.
Justice is the end, pursued until it be obtained, or lost in the pursuit.
Unite and oppress, anarchy to rein as a state of nature,
not secured against the violence.

You are like an mosquito.
In the night, you keep me awake.

She treasures her cats
more than any old treasure-
more than life itself.

The day you left me
Was the day all the stars
Had been shaken from the sky
leaving me to walk the ****** road
In the dark where God’s harrowed
sword plunged deep into my chest
Where rebellious poetry whispered in my ear
Taught me how to redress this acrimony
With rawhide strings
That pluck
That toll
That chime
That ring
A song that would end the world
Built by Satan
Where snakes sift in and out
Between lines of love and malevolence
Awakening
The first shudder of eyelids to
Newborn wilderness
Ears quivering to the notes
Of sweet abandon
A female wailing
Animalistic sort of cry
This monster, in Eden, this Eve without Adam
Resurrected, a girl without temptation
Who is ready to survive.

i am four
and i learn how to cower:
to put away
my disobedience,
my words,
my innocence,
and look at you like an animal.

i am ten and i know how to cower...
and how to go to school,
and how to live alone,
but by now, i’ve learned to wish
for things greater than mom just
coming home and for you to simply
stop
screaming.

so i turn fourteen, but still you are
evil, and i,
broken…
a doll, that grows but does not extend its
limbs
past the deep end
or grows any new sets of teeth.

i age into fifteen and get broken by someone else...

and then i turn sixteen, as time goes on,
i guess,
and still feel broken, but this time its
different than from when you first
broke me,
and i become harder but happier…
sadder, but sharper when in a
stasis, and
try to heal through watching people have a love
for others...

but i fail, and still become happy,
anyway
and

finally, it is now, and i can say i grow up,
as i will always
continue to grow, and when you come back,
i extend my hand in thinking
it’s finally safe when
you grasp it again...

and break all of my fingers.

it is now,
and i learn how to cower.

Who, what where
why?
Cat, sat, mat.
Why
Unknown.