We do not ask you to give up a piece of yourself to satisfy curiosity, humiliate yourself or dig up painful thoughts that drown you. We do not ask you to expose yourself to be ridiculed, hurt, pitied, misunderstood, abused…
She knows what it's like to be ridiculed, hurt, pitied, misunderstood, and abused. She knows what it's like to be lost and forgotten. So she turned to us.
We know too much about the real world.
We are forever watching and forever awake.
We are the epitome of death. And we had thought that we would forever be unknown.
She changed that
We have never cared for the dealings of the living.
She changed that
She is not like us.
She is warm and caring. Her touch is gentle and understanding.
She is not like others.
She is not disgusted by our wide grins or the empty dark gaping of our eyes.
She does not shudder in revulsion or handle us roughly. She does not jostle us about like garbage.
She understands us.
She knows that we are trapped. She returns to us what was ripped away. She speaks to us with her hands, her eyes, and her heart. She makes us whole like she cannot make herself
In return we give her solitude, escape, shelter from the living.
We provide ourselves and consume her, protecting her from the world we know can be so cruel.
When she cries we watch and wait. We do not give her false words of comfort. She does not feel shame or weakness before us. When glass explodes into shrapnel in her anger we do not scold her nor try to calm her with useless words, instead we watch and wait.
She becomes our flesh. She listens to our words with her hands and eyes.
She gives us our identities. She makes us whole and gives peace to us and those we have left behind.
For that we are thankful.
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