Poem: Ode To The Goth Bats

Ode To The Goth Bats

Only for the love of darkness, the macabre, and the unnatural do I subsist,

Solitary by circumstance, not by choice for the current moment,

As I await the transportation wishing it would take me to a land of more tolerant humans,

But alas,

At least I stomp lightly in my platforms on my own terms for now,

Kindred spirits are rare, few and far between,

She keeps the cogs of commerce turning on this bright and beautiful Monday,

I love what I love and don’t possess the time needed to explain to you why that is,

I flit past you aware as you draw back,

I have a gentle nature, swathed in an emotional abyss,

People are so rude with their assumptions,

I have no intention of sacrificing you to Satan,

I’d just like to get home to a nice cup of tea and a cuddle with my cat, thank you very much,

I am not an emo or a superficial scene,

A phase picked up, loved, then discarded,

I am me,

Unapologetic and as sharp as the tip of the wing of my eyeliner,

Kindness is as kindness does,

Silver chained adorned,

Only wishing to be adored and appreciated,

But aren’t we all.

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A special thank you to Rachael (in yellow) and Lea (in black) for the photographs and poetic inspiration.

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