Title: Big Black Hole Spoilers: up to "The Gift" Summary: A series of poems from Dawn's POV when Giles is sent to a mental ward Disclaimer: Joss Whedon, yada, yada, yada A/N: Is anyone still reading this?

I check my watch again

"don't be so eager to leave"

he hisses

taking my arm in his sweaty shaking hand

he looks so scared and lonely

(he's been lonely for a while)

and I look to the bars on his window and his iron bed

and I throw my arms around him

and we slide to the linoleum tiles

no crying no talking no thinking

just comfort

comfort in a big black hole

of despair