You drown in shallow breath

when the tides turn.

When the heroine becomes ******,

when what you thought was right

writes over everything with red ink

and you cannot escape.

You hide behind the blinds

but you are the blindsided,

Run away from your pain

and trip over the pacifier.

You’ve worked so hard

for nothing to work out,

you try to fix things that

are fixed in place.

Fate is fatality,

and is something

you cannot counter.