i am a blanket:
soft, comforting, echoing back at you your own warmth
in a way that makes the icy pain of the past fade.
but that is not right, for blankets are not sharp;
blankets do not draw forth blood.
so i must be a blade:
cold, unforgiving, inflicting wounds
too deep to heal alone.
but that is not right, for blades do not need;
blades do not waste uncared for.
so i must be a fox:
clever, wild, knowing the caring earth
while hunting to survive.
but that is not right, for foxes know of their hunt;
foxes kill with intent.
so i must be a cactus:
defensive, pointed, but unaware of their bite
because a cactus does not know of its spines.
but that is not right, for cacti are not at fault.
blankets do not have hands ending in the curved claws of a killer.
blades are not carpeted in the plush fur of a beast.
foxes do not have spines on their form like that of a devil.
cacti do not have a tongue that knows blood.
those are not right, for i am not them.
so i must be a monster.
Author Notes: im baaaaaaackkkk~~~~ thoughts ? :D