It stays unmade
And it stays the same despite her suspicions
What she notices as a change is really
an overlooked feature.
It is a safe place
Possibly the only one
But it is decorated in gaudy anxiety
and panic, heavy brows of worry
and poisoned sclera, now black.
She has light with no caps in the corner
No delays and far reaching
It seems to be on when it is not
but that is never a bother
The shine is obsequious in nature
and will dim when she does not
Want illumination for her thunderstorm.
and it tilts.
When she touches it, it is unstable
and an average would mistake that for brokenness
Or weakness
but scars do not make a body weak
Scars mean it works despite attack.
Because democracy despite despondency
is the best kind of revenge.
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