vindication
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The wails of the damned cry out
Drowning the fragile, the unspoken
Bloodcurdling screeches echo throughout
A symphony conducted by commotion
Stealing the voice of the broken, a voice of doubt
What color is perfection?
That elusive transcendence from reality
That which demands unnecessary change
I see you, and you are transparent.
I am flesh and bone
I bleed when I am cut open
When I see you in my dreams,
You have no power over me.
Time has done its part and I’ve grown up;
You are just a monster under some
Other child’s bed.
You do not frighten me from the other side.
