Sentient Sacrificed

You, the junk
The addiction
The smack to my very well-being
The contraband to my no-pain-and-suffering-of-sentients policy

I, the chosen one
Queened for just such a time as this
Dignified, decree you
Sacrificed, nonetheless

Original thought credit: “Perhaps you have come to royal dignity for just such a time as this.” -Esther 4:14

Game of OneĀ 


I will describe you as that

I will not name you

I don’t believe even you know

Your nature

You could be the willow, leaves dancing with the wind

I’ll accept no refuge from you 

Are you the oily-coated wolf, moving stealth beneath the moon

I will not run from you 

If you be the gravitational pull, with billions held captive

Watch me defy you

And shimmer too