dear me hear me

marsen soon could quit, but she knew once she gave up on love there was just nothing more to keep her from becoming a vermin. but how can she explain all of her life's experiences with people who had loved her. they have taken her sense of wanting, they had taken her sense of self. all she knows now is one thing, she needed what she had got. and what was that you ponder? her own sense of knowing dear be. her own sense of being. "hear me," her thought quakes in longing. "hear me and know you are loved. loving truly, you have lost nought, and will capture all. hear me now."

she balked and thought to herself, "i have gone mad."