each day we live

we survive the universe’s

attempts to kill us


we are the slighted

scions of nature

cousins turned rivals

for grandma’s affection


that is the sad part

we manufactured bitter

struggles against our kin

rather than attack our enemy:


the imperfect clouds within

the poisonous gases without

the living and unliving things

that stalk us with cruel indifference


i would embrace you

but the arms you have

fashioned for yourself

are made to dissolve

whatever they touch


via Daily Prompt: Slight

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