lapin: 1

My body feels cold, my movement stagnant

Bookshelves and cases are made to last

Your gaze x-rays through me

It’s prolonged and lingering.

You saw a body, a fantasy

Your smile flashes me with hunger, its eagerness screaming

Like the mold that grows on aging cheese

Fuzzy and grey

It's the same as your eyes.

A stranger.

My skin hums with mechanical fear

Years divide us.

While I was taking my first breaths

you were learning the ways of your father,

forced into boys’ soccer,

Maybe you liked the violence of sport

it’s why you hunt now.