Confidant

I’ll sit on your shoulder, my friend
and keep the poisons from your ears.
I’ll take them to my tummy
and I’ll nurture them, don’t worry
I’ll keep them with me in the shadows.

Now tell me, whisper it to me:
I’ll make artefact of your ill
I’ll protect them for you nicely.
I’ll make them a part of me;
your deuteragonist.