They might tempt you
with their glitter and shine
their pink-frosted grins
and valentine promises
written with driftwood
in wave-washed sand
As if your strength
weakens them
as if your passion
chills them
they might try to
tell you you should
treat yourself
bask in the sun
live a little
But you have lived
one thousand lives
and you despise
the disposable
and rather than suffer
another burn worshipping
at their altar of bronze
you offer a thin smile
remain in repose
Because while they beat
and bruise their wings
against the glass
trying to reach the light
you prefer the shade
of your own mind
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
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