Silent Injustices

What a terrible series of battering must have happened
 to make a monster like that;
disregarding pain in pleasure, 
chewing relentlessly on another's confidence and accomplishments...

To this dim light dying in the dark,
this love; this uncomplicated fuel,
is for you.  I see you in there.
In corners and cracks,
under shoes and without slack; 
Come back, come back...
The monster found another,
and from here on out
we watch out for each other.

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