Nature takes its course

When I feared you i never made fire

I needed no sign of life

For me to be safe enough to sleep 

For my heart to find its way to beat and not break not pound not ache 

And now that I am bright 

I am vulnerable 

To you 

The gathering kind

The stealing kind 

The violent types 

Creatures of the night 

Nature takes its course

barren

"I am inhabited by a cry.

Nightly it flaps out

Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.

I am terrified by this dark thing

That sleeps in me;

All day I feel its soft,

 feathery turnings, its malignity."

— Sylvia Plath