5 May 2012
I'm her.
All this time, Hating what she was, What she represented, Everything she did, And now I become her, I am her traits, Her reflection in the cold, shrewd glass, Mocking me, Yet knowing my every move,
An arm extends to me, But why can I not simply caress it? Kiss it? Grip it, and hope that it never turns away? Why must I gnaw at it? Bite, With every intention of infecting something so pure,
I once was a Pisces, Free spirited, Open to anything, Yet why now, Do I retire into a Cancer's shell? Alas, she was the crab, Retiring, Fending off intrusion, Yet now I wear the shell, And not even Sagittarius' arrow, Seems able to penetrate,
And yet it must, For I can see in her eyes, The part that is scared, Weak with her bow, Still shaky with her aim,
The part that needs me to become an open target, Willing to be hurt, So that she can heal,
From now on, Cancer will keep her shell, And I will continue to swim away, From the crab that once hunted me, Hoping to one day be caught, By sweet Sagittarius, As she looks to the river, To rescue a fish.
Zodiac Insomniac • Opuss № I