We have a Thing

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

A poem about some Thing.

Submitted: May 01, 2018

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Submitted: May 01, 2018



We have a Thing
a Living Thing
I don't know what else to call it
It's unlike any living thing
that Life would ever posit

It surfaced on a liquid night:
Our heads were swimming in the stars
and once back down on solid ground
The Thing

was playing at our feet

Now it tails us everywhere
Hides inside a gaze
It feeds on time,
heaving hips,
musings on a page

It grows
Glows invisibly
in each 
retarded sigh
Rekindles every simple thought
that you and I desimplify out loud

This Thing we have is ours to keep
It can't be robbed or gifted
It can't be sheltered, nonetheless
from burning eyes of envy
from the victims of regret

I told my friends about the Thing
They told me I should kill it.

("Pressure-crushed into a diamond ring!"
"The strongest noose is made from a promise.")

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