I do not fear you. Your drunken broken leer in nothing going to nothing in a merry dusty dance. I do not fear you. I've stared you in the eye of a long-loved grandmother repulsed by my last kiss. I do not fear you. Your twisting terrifying gaze changes, distorts and twists us all with silent soucis. I do not fear you. There's no point in glancing twice in your direction your sad and silent dare. Perhaps you dare my doubt when I worry if, broken, in mind but not in body ones I love cannot cope. Perhaps you dare my doubt when, maybe sentimentally false I dream of my funeral and how the ones I love will cope. Perhaps you dare my doubt laughing at my insignificance in outer spiral galaxies or DNA when ones from my love forget me. Perhaps you dare my doubt. Threaten my mind. And wipe it out. But my words will laugh long after.
