My elegant weapon-
Sharp, Shiny, Shrewd.
My most prized posession
Is mine, and I am hers,
Until the sun sets.
I crawl under the bed, afraid-
I squirm, I squeeze,
I scream
My way to sunrise.
Although she sleeps
Two worlds away;
Although I never cross her mind,
Through every minute during night
She is on mine.
At daybreak she returns
To being small;
I return to being calm
And brave enough
To fly and leave my nest.
The spell is once again
Undone.
My mind remains to bear
A couple more Memories
A couple more Slits
With deep metallic smells.
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SingulariT 