you must’ve been a beautiful child

loved too much held too often

 

you sensed you possessed something 

desired sought after fought for

 

it must’ve felt like a crime 

lording it over the less fortunate

 

or maybe something inspired 

by a religion yet to be written

 

and here you are now

holding onto the world for your life

 

climbing between its hairs

a blood-sucking tick

 

fulfilling nature’s promise