Najagualr

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snakesigyes
i have changed
rearranged a few things
learned to tiptoe
on all fours

it was necessary to my healing
to suppress my human feelings
on a precipice i was reeling
stabilized before keeling

the stories good people tell
the scary ones about demons and hell
reveal their hidden fears too well
truth is there’s no soul to sell

i knew i wasn’t really human
because humans kill from greed
kill more than they need
love to harvest but hate to seed

maybe something in you knew
i could take more than what you put me through
maybe some deep deep deep down part of you
knew i could take that and ten times for two

so in some way it’s no harm no foul
the wind blowing through charon’s cowl
but the principle is what squirms behind my scowl
panther mother strengthen my bowel

since i am a non person
you get to make up a version
of the story that casts aspersion
like my otherness absolves your perversion

but i’ve gotten so much better at this
could only become a kitten when we last kissed
you came out of my sheets like a ghost and i only hissed
but now i’m full grown and pissed

…but you have some time as you’re low on my list

This poem as about the little shits that happen along the way in someone’s path to greater awareness that leads to greater power. The wrongs people do because they’re “vibrating at a low level” (not a crime) and too stupid (a crime according to Nature as it constantly tortures and kills the stupid) to stay out of our way. It becomes more annoying than atrocious. I mean, one can recognize that someone attempted to harm them and as a matter of principle, this shouldn’t go unpunished because Nature…but who has the time for that shit really?

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