Sky

I look up at the starry sky. I see a thing I cannot name.

I feel eyes on me. Malicious curiosity. A secret shame.

A means to an end, all I am. Upon me they put all blame.

 

In my sleep. In my bed. They take what they want, at will.

I don’t tell anyone. They all look away. Reassurances shrill.

The hybrids, the children that rule, demigods of Fairie Hill.

 

The sky is so big and so empty and swallows up all things.

It still soothes me, when they come, when arias Renee sings.

A means to an end, a mass breeder for those with halo rings.

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