He moves fast as a whip, she said

Which means that he avoids conflict

And barbs

And quiet walks in the square

Where people can see him

But somehow, he moves through the world

Without fear

His hesitation is his savior

And his countenance his shield

He doesn’t remember the last time he loved

That’s a whole lot better than me

I remember how the sun shone on my face

I move slowly through the universe

I don’t want to be seen

Because they might find out who I am 

Deep down

Where the whip lands

And never stops flailing

I never stop flailing

I never stop wanting

I did for a while once

With her

But then I was whipped away

Too painful

Too sharp

Too fast

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