the nice people

The Nice People

I was
full of
coarse love
& the
nice people
put a
soft pillow
over my
face
& said
Shush now.


Then they
said
There there
until my
legs stopped
twitching.


They didn’t
lift the
pillow,
unpleasantness
makes them
sad.


They turned
the lights
low &
hummed lullabies.


Hatred is
too strong
a word
for them.


Their hearts
are
too faint.

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