they are mine
their beautiful dark head
their deep brown eyes
their caramel cheeks
their sudden shrieks
their torrential questioning
their soft hands moving
their skinny legs wriggling
they were born
as a she
they belong to me
as them
I belong to them
they are mine
they/their/them
their love all mine
all my love for them

soft ice flows
down hard rock
gushing over stones
and slipping through
streams
of water
light and liquid
beauty
full mountains
of mossy trees
bumpy
green all around
moors of tussock
with cream sheep between
smiles
of sunshine
soft eyes
happy souls

so very long you have haunted me
a wraith of hate
hung in my bones
on my hollowed back
clinging wretchedly
with razor nail thoughts of my failures past
your sly whispers fog me
as a poisoned vapour
seeping into my mind
your vile spectre oozes
with wretchedness and self-doubt

So I breathe deeper
an inhalation of revelation.
Steel myself
to a torrent of queries.
Probing, piercing you
with razor sharp inspection of my various fiascos.
A thrilling rumble strikes me
as a sharp realisation
courses into my intellect.
In my intellect your insanity slowly dissipates
with reality confronting me.

I destroy me by my self-loathing.


Nobody sees me.


So I stand taller.
More solid now.
My ***** spine.
My soaring spirit.
Confronting bravely my past deeds and human errs.
An ignited spark lights me.
Your sinister face slowly fades as my audacity grows.

Beautiful impressions flutter into my soul.

haunt me no longer
hate wraith

sliding, slid into darkness
cracks of light run hither
smiles and sweetness turn bitter
winter blues, anguish and Solitaire
morning... dragging me by my scruff of neck
warm human breathe in frosty
morning air