quis custodiet

fishing emotions
like little kittens out of a box
by the scruff of their neck,

blind, slightly wet, wrinkled
from just being born, sniffing
the uncommon air with you

their mother is anxious, disturbed
by your actions, the attention
each one of them gets,
what fate.

some will be drowned. some
will lose important bits.
their lives in your hands

off the hook, some will grow
to change universes

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