May 2014
I led her, at last, to the lip of the crater.
The smell and heat had been increasing as, each conversation,
We drew closer to it.
Apprehensive, I searched her eyes.
She saw it fully, my greed and my shame,
The cavernous need of my worst natures.
Flames singed her hair and the smell choked us both.
But, "still", she said, "be still..." and smiled into my face.
The smell and heat had been increasing as, each conversation,
We drew closer to it.
Apprehensive, I searched her eyes.
She saw it fully, my greed and my shame,
The cavernous need of my worst natures.
Flames singed her hair and the smell choked us both.
But, "still", she said, "be still..." and smiled into my face.
28 may 2014, intended to be fleshed out into some kind of surreal prose describing how kindness can dispel fear, anxiety, "our worst natures" dissolving when understanding replaces unhealthy reactions, when someone who loves you just... well, understands. Encourage me to expand upon this.
