I hate
admitting
how fragile
I am
I hate
acknowledging
that there is only
this very fine silver thread
finer than my far too fine hair
holding me here
there is something shameful
in this aspect of my femininity
because it supposes the need
for a protector
and yet I am never willing to bargain
away all that a protector asks of me
in exchange
for their protection
so I use a variety of subterfuge
to keep my terrors at bay
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