Our sweet rainbow;
I still decided to create.
Here we are,
now I understand the danger.
Flying monkeys all around,
As Medusas’ snakes rattle,
Our child a monkey still.
Even after the first time
My baby was on the receiving end of your violence in my home.
Guess who you pretended to love?
To your characters demise;
Me, your daughter’s maw.
I have now hexed your words;
Grey rock an enemy to your dance.
As you build another false conclusion;
To a history you will not be proud of
All because growth is not possible,
A shame you refuse to feel.
No longer an issue for me;
As I return to observation mode
A safe space for all involved.
My monkeys are coming for you,
All seeds planted; are in full bloom now.
The only difference is, is mine are cloaked.
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