Scouting the Vulnerable
Dancing in the Toxic Moonlight

Spring spawn fishing on the moonless beach north shore Lake Superior,
His slow dance creeping to the shoal leading her to feel inferior,
Illusion built in watchful wait kept her barefoot in pregnant pause,
Cold hurtful texts gusting thru empty beds the cause,
Cheek to cheek soft spoken kisses in waves before dawn's first light,
To cast shadows of doubt on how they reproduced their toxic fight,
Humming that familiar melody to soften his addiction lies,
Romancing spins and roaming hands designed to open her thighs,
Repeating the same cyclic season and not learning,
Oblivious as the sea smoke of childhood chaos created yearning,
Losing sight of the guiding star while twirling out of control,
Desperately searching the sky for the love he stole,
Promised healing driving the dips deeper than ever before,
Snow crumbling under exhausted feet sick of playing whore,
Narcissistic ego excited to erection from her deep emotional pain,
Trauma bonded by drowning in loving embrace struggling to stay sane,
Sadistic symptoms surface thru the ice unleashing his hurt little boy,
Tapping into her tree of triggers to manipulate her into his sex toy
Her flowing despair nurturing and nourishing his starving demon,
Forcing himself on her body determined to deposit his semen,
Praying for her daybreak to end enabling his deviant behavior,
Raping her finally exposed the truth about this false savior,
Shattering the illusions he creates through cultural manipulation,
Creating a survivor culture protecting vulnerable her only concentration,
Freezing habitual victims thought processes of self destruction,
On a mission to release the birds and encourage spring's function,
To awaken our lifegivers to service of seasons
Let's end predators exploiting the reasons,
Reclamation isn't mainstream
Ignoring those silent screams
Tragic existence
Continued Resistance
Unconditional love hidden in colonial bodies planned
Sneaky spirits see through the wood land
To awaken the desire of reconciliation warm breeze
Ancestral authority delivers karmic justice to the sleaze
As the world begins to melt
Losing the last generation to Smelt



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