Trust came as a blade catapulting through the air
Unsure of its trajectory
Unsure of where it may land
Unsure of where it was even thrown from
But it was so gorgeous rotating in its path, pushing light from its edges
I had to have it
That feeling of utter security
I reached and in half a second my hand was gone
Trust had sliced every ligament and sinew away
Carved muscle from bone
And I felt weak
I quite literally could not grasp the double edged blade that was trust, and now
I think I may not ever even reach for it again