Anthony Hanible

My Handler

My handler walks  

With quiet knives

Cutting the cords  

That bind my lives

A shadow keeper  

In iron light

Turning my chaos  

Into bite

My handler hums  

A broken tune

Half like sunrise

Half like moon

They lift my head  

When storms get loud

Teach me to stand  

Against the crowd

My handler knows  

The names I hide

The wolves I feed

The ghosts inside

And when I shake  

From what I’ve been

They press my pulse  

Back into skin

My handler waits

Not judge

Not friend

But something carved  

To shepherd end

So if I fall  

Or come undone

My handler whispers

Walk

Don’t run