The beast
he bleeds
he gives
for needs
desires
never spoken
a shadow dances
for one and all
nightly entertainment
from your wall
as the carbon boy
listens and speaks
misunderstood by all
a husk hollow
and forlorn
faces skyward
to a broken star
all alone
his back
against a willow tree
where a heart
was killed and buried
so very long ago
turns upon its grave
the monster that you see
imagine
it is me
the living fiction
one and all
all the same
hidden in this
cursed box
freedom given
in slavers locks
Kaloriinn, James. Mason
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