silly, silly child:
thinking you can lock the door.
slam it, and subsequently,
stop chaos in its tracks.
silly, silly girl,
thinking you can escape the terror
faced by every creator,
thinking you are better.
better than the moment when what he loves
turns against what he loves most.
when what you have birthed and coddled
turns into a monster in the night,
and looks for a feeding hand to bite.
when the children's crayons fly
to burn their lungs and stab out their eyes,
and then to let the massacre fade into dismal darkness-
silly, silly girl.
you'd better start running.
YOU ARE READING
the shepherd's sword
Random[the things we dare not say aloud] the walls have faces, you know. the angels do not.
