Clawed my way out of deep and devastating holes, been disembowelled by diabolical acts, choked on craven impulses, blinded by revenge, but character overrides spite,
Evolution, not devolution, will bring salvation. Archeology – the willingness to forage in the desert: multi-layers of fallout, aftermaths, abandonments – unearthing fragments, reconstructing –
Found an old diary – days when I painted myself white, prayed to angels, believed God cared about personal forever after – painted myself pathetic.
Tyrannical, my father’s reign; the ensuing understanding of relationship dynamics twisted. Violence and threats peppered with “I love you”, as if one was synonymous with
I dined on your expectations, enticed by the spice of your words – insatiable this hunger for approval. Mistook self-assuredness for wisdom – how bitter
In corners, I scrounge – resilience fading; hope, it seems, is sleeping. Living a quarter life, even ascents depressed; dubious that alternatives are worthwhile. Walls