Triggers vary as the cause yet in the end the same demise is considered to be the one a path to follow in my mind turning down, the siren song wondering why this should be there at the roots I find the cause though it’s too late to save my soul
the source is the enemy of many people who seek relief from the demon that hides within with no mercy for casualties anxiety lurking, quick to betray deceit I struggle to reject plain as truth its own tales spun from fabric of pain’s breadth
a life worth living otherwise is cast aside when horror breeds in the spaces between the fears if only I could find a way to escape the sparks that fire inciting flight from the hurt distress asks for nothing less as I’m provoked by the small.
Over the weekend I had a dream about being fired from work. It was distressing, but in ethereal place there was some hope. This is contrasted with Monday, where small anxieties bloomed in a sadly familiar pains. “By The Small” is a dark tale reflecting the latter event.