an umbrella to
protect
from the crashing waves,
seventy feet high,
threatening with looming destruction.
there have been more foolish
constructs
that people have made in order
to keep themselves safe,
the most foolish of which
is the cold, indifferent
exoskeleton flesh
people try so hard to
conform to
when inside,
they are screaming
they are pleading
they are begging
that they only want
to
be
loved.
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