I sit criss crossed
meditating on the present
questions of care and self preservation press upon my consciousness
My eyes snap open
there is fear
Writhing like a tangle of black serpents in the air
How they long to rip my soul to shreds
they hiss in hunger for my blood
they move to distract my mind from Good
their constant lie is that any small act could rob me of you
Nov 27, 2018