Today’s peace is retaliation for
Those decades of unease – but
At a price. My spirit racks the
Chain fence of this physical form,
Simple as breathing. Always has been.
Having cut my teeth on trespassers and
Larcenists makes me cower from a timid
Hand, though I crave it and employ my own.
On my own. Where I finally unfurl, always
Facing the door.
Blayne Waterloo (they/she) is a horror writer and editor living in Georgia with their partner and loud dog.