nightmare of a world

 

i fear the day is

coming soon

where i flee from

society,

it is cruel and fickle

and judgmental always;

not the soft space

forgiving and fluid as 

it ought to be—

so i may grow the wings

of a crow: inky, black, beautiful

and fly into the trees never

to be seen from or heard from 

humanity again;

i tire of being a cog in a machine

built to kill me—

i want to live

not simply exist as they 

insist i do,

not some insect to crush

under your boot;

i'm a soul with dreams

and desires and hopes and worth

just as much as anyone else

in this nightmare of a world.

hold yourself accountable for once

i walk alone,

for i always have;

but somewhere

along the lines

you found me and we

became sisters for

a time—

i was so happy,

thought our sisterhood

would never end;

but then you wrote

that nasty letter

so i've retreated away

from you in every

capacity—

if you cannot love or support me

then i won't love or support you,

and if you wonder where

this distance came from;

you only have yourself to blame—

i poured and poured and poured

even when this friendship felt

one-sided only to be told that 

we were distant,

no, you were; you can leave me

out of it and accept accountability

for once in your life instead of 

trying to make excuses over and 

over until i no longer want to hear

help me build a better world

 

if you could turn

my rage into 

electric,

i would be burning 

through people's houses

as if i were a dragon;

whole cities would

be on flame—

there's so much injustice

and nightmares in this world,

that it makes me so furious;

so the gods and goddesses

knew better than to give me

talons and fangs because i would

rip apart every nightmare

myself regardless if it were human

or cryptid—

there's so much beauty to be

witnessed in this world 

that i may never see because i have to

be stuck in a world full of taxes,

credit scores, and money;

i could be sitting in a tree

or floating on a creek as i sipped on

a fruity drink and read a book 

with my sunglasses on,

eating nothing but fruit; instead i have

to be a cog in a machine meant to kill me—

we need a better, softer world

so help me break apart these nightmares

because i may not have talons or claws but

i have this light inside of me that never

stops shining.