Thursday, March 8, 2012

inner turmoil (personified)

never.
dressed in thick black, a seductively textured cloak of layered emptinesses. stolid. stoic. an illusion of warmth. never might keep you safe.

always.
just as black, but as diaphanous as breath. slick, threatening, but weightless. completely filled with an invisible temptation. always will promise you everything.

they fight. the never and the always, swirl sting dodge strike duck burn
the knife of the one so close to the other's throat
the razors of one right through every layer but the last

what-ifs
and I-can't-stand-this-much-longers
and I'll-never-be-good-enoughs

are all chasing each other around like vicious little demons

while the everything's-going-to-be-okays
and don't-worry-so-muches
and be-patients

keep trying (trying and trying, pulling and struggling) to put them back in their bottles.

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