The Dark Mistress
She lingers against the bayou
and fears loneliness. No one loves
her sleek skin, her curdled hair,
or the way she clings to everything.
She's traveled to every part of the world
and she is both loved and hated
like a child who's needed by her
mother, even though she's nothing
but trouble. The world needs her
and she needs the world to exist.
Pent up, underground, alone
in the darkness. She waits
and waits to be discovered.
And although she is considered
unnatural by many, she is Nature-
the detritus left behind, the decay
of nature herself. And when she
is let out of her cage, unsupervised,
unwatched she reeks and reeks.
She wants and wants to be wanted,
and it is true that many think
that we can't live without her-
she is blood she is momentum.
She controls the way the world
moves. How wrong it is to say
she is addiction, because addictions
can't be controlled. We control
her, but sometimes when she's out
of control like a rogue bolt of lightning,
she burns.
15:42
was tired :(
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