An Elegy

for Kitzy

You will hide

And I will find


But this is no game.

I will again hold you

And shudder at your slightness

At your eyes


of the pain you never wanted to give.

You will endure.

Hope lies.

You will recover.

Fake consolation

Fabricating futures that can never be.

But now. Now.

Now you settle on my chest after

kneading my soft belly

And your whir could power ships.

Instead you gift it

To clothe my humanity

becoming animal

This is how I hold on to you.

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