At intervals my familiar panic starts anew Like a brilliantly bright red blossoming wound the eyes of my core terror snap open and dilating irises fling themselves from object to object like gasping fish who dangle from hooks Every object that emerges from the grainy field of consciousness into focus is you It’s a seeing that shocks and stings: the suggestive curve of your spine the vague pursing of your lips all the meaning imagined in your half breath A feeding frenzy for my brain cells starving for love they rip my thoughts to shreds analyzing nuances, obsessing on conflicts leaping from the precipice of a simple gesture or the wobbling bow of a word cresting a mood Into the bottomless uncertainty of tomorrows But in every one I'm dropped crushed-cigarette-butt-worthless Having missed the last chance To leap with my pride intact to some safe pedestal of independence and avoidance And I cannot help but play the movie in my mind: with some unsatisfied sneer you are, inevitably, leaving me Or worse staying and loving me like you said making my insecure little heart face itself like this …relentlessly Copyright 2020 Amber Jade
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