New poem: Algingu

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+Algingu
+2023-02-16
+
+***
+
+The need
+for protection
+is ongoing,
+a project
+not yet
+finished.
+
+I still have my jar
+under my bed.
+It would protect
+me, you said,
+whenever I slept.
+
+But it's failed at least twice
+when charge has
+ran
+out,
+when hands around my throat
+choke
+out your name.
+And it was too late
+when you finally came,
+when the Veil relented:
+the harm had been sent.
+
+His hair was blackened, fading to blue,
+smile poised on lips, pouring out a tune.
+I had thought he looked kinda like you,
+a version from a happier timeline
+where nobody had thought to snuff out your light.
+
+"To think I had thought to make sacrifice
+because he had helped me a handful of times
+when there was a trinket I had left behind."
+
+*Thank you so much!
+Now can you retrieve
+the sense of safety
+you ripped out from me?*
+
+His hands were so soft
+as he cut my breath off.
+
+"Name your price,
+you violating piece of shit.
+What do you want?
+How did my life become
+any of your goddamn business?
+Did you think this was the price
+for the so-called help you rendered?"
+
+When you ask why
+I'm afraid
+to step outside
+our mountain in Sablade,
+remember how bloody I was when you came.
+
+Your icy fingers
+wrap a bandage
+over the ravaged
+skin so tender.
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander