finally a spate of cooler weather of breezy
easy-breezy chicken francese
head less on fire
brain, still convoluted and badly tangled, untangling.
thoughts racing and tangled more, faster
I don’t know less what?
Less rage, more anger.
Less fury, more sadness, and disappointment.
Less fire, more ice.
There is no
“what did I do to deserve this?” or
“I didn’t do anything to deserve this”
Those thoughts begin to bubble up and are stopped at the first word.
No. I say no.
I will not begin to embody those thoughts.
This has nothing to do with me.
Not ever again.
it has gone on so long now that there is no coming back.
there is no balm,
no quiet murmured assurance,
no comforting touch that will ever, ever save me.
Not from this.
I thought I knew you.
I suppose I do.
You know what you have lost.
I see now what I have gained.