Consent

Sighing wide-eyed

Celebrity-hollowed

Comfy in a punkin shell

My own tart, wild and precious

Orphaned, abandoned-

“Livin” someone else’s

Who is living mine?

The Dupe

Without a Dupe there be no Con

In this game of the Earth human

No opponent, no game

In a villian-less story

Who would we blame?

Into

The wild cliff edge inside

A place just past instead

Is beaconing

A thing

Some Secret time

A wanting you to come into

A something mystery waits for you

For to become two new one