Poem #4: Chloe
There is no way out.
This is my life now.
Trapped, like spirits in limbo.
There is a way out, but . . .
That's not going to happen.
I have control over them.
I could make them my slaves if I wanted to.
And that's exactly why I feel like this.
Like an animal in a cage.
Like the wolf at the zoo,
Just trying to do the right thing,
Hurting myself no matter what.
But having them,
Having him,
Helps.
They make it worthwhile.
We share the pain,
Share the burden.
He helps me through the accidents.
I help him through the Change.
We're a team.
And not just him and me.
It's Tori, the
Witch.
It's Simon, the
Sorcerer.
It's Derek, the
Werewolf.
It's I, the
Necromancer.
It's we, the
Supernaturals.
A team.