An arc flexed and released
another illusion breaks
love times out
life walked back from my mother’s warm blanket
to the cold winter nights in a great land of privilege
aware, adamant, ardently holds on to isolation
I am better by myself
It's candy coated charcoal
you must have smelled it
no surprises there; retreat
it won’t be easy so here’s what you do:
meld with the batter of added salt instead of sugar
everyone fucks up
Take the back seat, surrender
Afaf J.
