Sanity

Paper matches for skin, brittle hollow bones,
shadows creeping in between the curves of their frame.
Children don battle armor, plastic army soldiers,
with no weapons to be seen.

Enemies crawling through the inside of their heads.

How are we supposed to fight when we don't know what is the enemy and what we would consider

sanity?

Ripping at the stitches, and the shredded thing we used to call a soul,
no light penetrates the darkness that inches through our lives.

Stand up to defend your right to autonomy.
That doesn't seem to be their number one concern,
only to tell us that
we are
the
enemy.