Leviathan

Bottomless ache chokes.  No recipient.  Hurls you into an abyss of loneliness.  Leviathan ever awaits.

Suppress and wrestle. One day, she bursts forth, destroying sensibility.  Uproots everything you know.  Sense of self.  Sense of worth.  Timing.  Appropriateness.  Decorum.

She will smother with tentacles tightening with each rejection.  Indiscriminate betrayer of what you hold dear.

Until one day you learn to not fight her.  Feed her.  Let her leave love trails everywhere.  She will do it anyway.  This way, you’re less bruised.

Dedication

I dedicate this to the ones that almost broke me.  Thank you.

I dedicate this to the ones that squeezed my heart, delighting in its squishy demise, only for it to resurrect with Play-Doh resilience.

To you who I never got to love.

To beloveds that always scrape up my battered everything and never react to my tears.

To warriors who kick down doors when I retreat and think I can only be small.

To my folly that always leads to great fortune.

I dedicate this to scar tissue preferred over death.

Thank you.