Lurking in the shade,
in the corner,
behind the bars and away from view,
for the dreadful moment to present itself.
manifold within us,
seizing upon the light.
You say someone planted the seed in you,
but it was always there.
You carried it when the seed was you,
and it won’t leave until you do.
The hidden half is half still.
Will you feed of starve to death?