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
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
