Daniel, my birth control is making
Me crazy again.
Breakdown, rage, comfort,
Repeat. Repeat.

Damuel,
like clockwork,
I have to remind myself that
"I'm no monster", "it's the hormone",
"I swear I still crave you".

Donele,
my love for you is
A radiant bloom, being
Suppressed and bullied by the
Bushes bearing thorns.

Dui,
my hatred for you is
The shell of the bird that
Traps the life inside, leading
It to claw it's way out to breathe.

But for Dan,
wait for me to emerge,
My shell is holding me back
As a safety protocol.
for I have not been born yet.

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Emanuiel'

Well, that became Daniel too, which was curious;
And pauses me now as I make the long walk
Down the hall to the bathroom in darkness,
And hear, in soft concert, the sound of my footfalls
Answered at once by my children's voices

Still calling to Daniel behind their door.

Still bad at games

Very bad at games