Lesson

A mild evening in September, when all was new,

Miles from home, the excitement grew,

I went to you, you were my friend,

You were my friend,

You drink me in, I see your eyes flicker,

I see mystery and possibly something sicker,

My teaching came drastic with a practical lesson,

Hands on and brutal with fire and aggression,

At first like a feather with slow descent,

Later I learned of your intent,

I was slow off the mark but escaped your shadow,

Now I’m broken in pieces

and inside Hollow.

#3Giraffes