Black Drizzle

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You sneak in, through some signal, though how you two figured it out, who knows. You, you planned this deceit, breaking a trust that was rusted brittle. Don't take this child, who isn't yours, in narcissism.

Belonging cannot be stolen.

You two go out in the night, cold, slipping into black drizzle, no footprints visible in silver damp. Off in the dark for nonsensical pleasure, but it's one sided can't you see that?

Dragged back. You bring back a wrung out child, too exhausted for the next day's life.

Selfishly you break hearts, each one. In spite, you are not aware of the core bond inside, deeper than the gut, deeper than the heart, the marrow. You don't know this can't work.

Except for this.

You leave exhaustion wherever you were.

We send the bloodhound, millions of receptors tracking, none finding the revenge steps. Panting home to wait.


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