“Chancy Discipline”

The weather conspires against me.

Holding back tears,

she’s so proud of me.

Hands at the small of my spine,

telling me it will be fine.

Liar, liar.

I can feel your gales,

watching me sleep.

Never alone.

That’s what you’re afraid of.

You kept me as yours.

I wasn’t allowed to share.

I never learned.

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