I almost cried just then.

When I think of you as human, I begin to feel things.

When I think of you as pain, I can hurt you.

When I think of you as sadness, I can make you cry.

And when you cry I can look at you through my own tears

and think nothing, Feel nothing.

Because you’re not human.

You’re pain and sadness in human form

Sent to torture me into an apparition of fear and anger

That hurts and makes cry and is sorry

That it ever thought of you as human.

2015 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 23