We Always Are (a tiny horror poem)

Vampires... Maybe.

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This week, as a queer person watching another vote fall in favour of those possessed by hatred, I felt somewhat lost for words.

But not, apparently, lost for a vampiric metaphor, so I hope this poem brings you solace.

We Always Are

They can't stop us,
Because we come from them,
No matter where they hide,
We are among them,
We always are.

Hidden in the shadows,
In the closets,
In the darkest barrooms,
In alleys,
We're here,
We always are.

We can be unseen,
Nestled among their skeletons,
They bicker,
Poisoned by anger,
Selfishness and arrogance,
Prejudice and misplaced pride,
It roasts their blood,
But we remain together,
We always are.

They can't stop us,
They fear us,
Because we have power,
Because we know what we are,
We are unstoppable,
When they are exhausted,
We will still be here,
We always are.

They laugh in today's light,
But the sun moves,
Times change,
We have been patient,
We can endure, again,
We will be here,
When they are old and dying,
We will be here,
When their hearts flicker and fade,
Or flutter in fear,
We will be here,
We always are.

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Horror is a scream from the darkness, and sometimes we are the ones screaming. That’s okay. Sometimes we need this to feel normal.

Thanks for reading.

I’ll be here every week, finding more words in these times beyond words.

Go be kind to yourselves and others, and always be your awesome, spooky selves.

Love from my corner of the world to you, wherever you are,

Mata <3