torture

My parents beat at my chest

"are you ok?!?"

I say

"I'm fine"

So they don't believe me 

And on a bad day

They're absent. 

My foes. 

Should have been 

Dyed in the wool

Soldiers 

For my 

Quiet war. 

There is no one here

I lie

But I will never reveal them. 

To protect my interests 

In this arcane landscape.