catch breath

these vague and vulgar beings,
a glorified version of my most recurrant
nightmare,
are tearing you apart and you still stand
solemnly, stoically between them
like a boulder in a sea of angry, arch-backed
fruit flies,
like they can never hurt you.
i plead with you, despise their words!
my world-weary eyes meet your
stony gaze,
but there is no recognition in your eyes.
at the sight of your most beloved
you feel nothing.