Life and fantasy
I feel my knees trembling beneath
My inferiority complex
They are giants, fearsome and distant
As sirens they call and beckon with smirks
I slink beneath unknown fears and horrors
But they continue, closer to my nightmares
Eyes penetrate me, pleasure and pain
warped into crescendo
I want to scream but cannot without voice
Their eyes glisten and I sink under their weight
A silence, heavy and thick like too many blankets
On a steaming night of restlessness
Gentle, too gentle and soft the point
Of their touch, beneath my lowered chin
I give in and my head rises, flickering my eyes
They betray me and my desire to hide, to run, to not exist
It must be a trick, of light of deception
Until I feel the warmth from their enfolding arms
My giants; my protectors,
cursed for too long by my own judgemental fear
My giants
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