• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 11
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Adolescence Has No Need

Leopards made of midnight clouds,
whales made of icebergs,
I'll never utter this aloud,
sometimes I dream of murder.

Of my own, or by my hand,
I have no control.
I destroy magical beasts
in the dark parts of my soul.

Mother helped me to create
fertile kingdoms of the mind.
Told to grow up, no debate.
Dad says leave nonsense behind.

Every night when they appear,
with glistening eyes, the creatures plead.
I pick up my dreamland spear,
adolescence has no need.