Soft-bellied Prey
A poem about softness, stigma, and choosing kindness.
Wasn't I
Supposed to
Remember something?
Yes, I'm
Sure that I
Was supposed to.
But
There's a
Void in my head
Where
That thing
Should have been.
It's felt
Draped over
The piano's innards.
Muting
An affect that
Didn't need much help.
I am a bird
More days than
Than I am a human.
Prey in a
Place that values
The hunger of the predator.
I don't
Have those
Kinds of hungers.
But I
Do wonder
If that's the thing
That I
Misplaced
In my memory.
If I've lost
The memory of
Predation, then I'm...
Fine
Being some
Soft-bellied prey.
I'd rather be
The one wounded
Than do the wounding.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)
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