---

The crawl to reassemble myself back to where I was – as if I was ever untouched.

But, to reclaim something that was ripped from me.

To purge all emotions in the wake of burdens and obligations.

Pretending you’d rather love than burn the world to cinders.

When you realize what was stolen never really left you, you were just wounded.

Can we be kind? It’s mentally harder to be mean. Imagine a life where you’re not distasteful for attention.

I’m no longer dangling, wondering if I shift, will my rope fail me. Is anyone present with scissor, still?

Of course. I’ve just decided that if I happen to descend, better I accept it than be the perpetrator, snipping into everyone for lack of therapy and self love.

Your bullets won’t save you, your cunning though…maybe. Ask them what they ask you and watch them fold.

Not in a mean nasty way, mirror it back to them.

Shock. Awe. Disbelief.

Silence.

Subtleties are now shifting, loosening the snowpack to cause the avalanche we all saw coming.