Elizebeth Turnquist

not prey or predator

I abhore the chase

The idea that we must court

Faking a beautiful plume

Hiding our humanity

It’s easy to fall in lust

But love is vulnerable

And falling hurts

It takes time and trust

I’m not looking to hunt

And I refuse to be captured

If alone is the only equal option

Then I will make the best of it

I will be by myself.

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