Working title – trap

Illness became the sum of self. Slow, careful movements trying to keep pain quiet. Sudden change, too much strength, passion, became terrifying. Wild girl made calm and corralled. No fear, flying headlong, became torturous stillness for far too long. Fear becomes a habit. All days should be as a lion.

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I’ll walk with you on Wednesdays. Brush my thoughts over your day like lazy fingers trailing through water. Gentle ripples with no impact, never noticed by the ocean.