The Foe be a..

As you glance away,
I take the opportunity
To cup my hands
And scoop up the entity
of pain
You left in front of me.
Bending my elbows
I draw it into me
tender
And slow.
Here it sits
Encased in the
Warm,
clammy,
darkness
Of my palms: Fluttering

As you return your gaze
Words continuing
to slide off your teeth,
I’m only half listening,
Catching cues that tell me
When to nod or
murmer agreement.

Worry has traveled up my legs
And is now
tickling my spine
Uncomfortably.
The concern tells me
that
the longer I
hold on,
The more likely
I am
to release this being
Accidentally.

You haven’t noticed this
Struggle,
My primary focus
on getting
outside the present,
Where I can
release
this pain that resists
the confines
Of my skin,
And study it in the light.

You haven’t noticed,
Because I don’t want you too.
And you don’t want to either.

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