Its fight or flight
when it comes down
to the end of things
flight is comfortable
we walk away with less
— external — bruises
fight is harrowing
its a double edged
sword, my dear
bruises and scrapes
show on our flesh
but — internally — thrive
what to do with yield signs
thrown in my greener grass
is this the other side?
paradise turns, choked
choked to undergrowth
and vermin
a misunderstanding of
what a truth is
perception versus reality