I took the intruder
fought him
My dog attacked him
He became me
An appendage
I kept infront of me
Whatever came it would be a shield
It would suffer the first impact
So we walked through
The abandoned airport
Where my shelter had become home
Corridors into the city
It's frustration was my frustration
My hate of it
Was it's hate of me
Now connected we were forced to reconcile
But it saw my ugliness and I saw it's
So It hopped down and joined the needy
At a table of old dead fictional heros
Where they would clap and hoorah
I continued on in my own delusion
Childhood fantasies battered in modern reality
It sat in my book of plans
My plate of food
The disconnected part of me
looking with hunger from it's position now
It lay with it's head tilted toward my life
drooling as if it was still alive on the autopsy table
Hangar = Potential
Shack = Current identity
Intruder = Shadow / ambition / aggression / insecurity
Dog = Instinctual loyalty
Embassy = Higher arena / legitimacy / recognition
Imposter feeling = Identity lag behind growth
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