jumping_spider

I can feel her anger and I will not ask why.
I can feel the tension and I can see the wall
Like a sheer void of arrogant certainty. . .
As if it is all so simple and true. . .
What is depends on who and were and never
what. . .
Against the world and within the sharpest mind.
The trap of selfishness as if it is a nobel cause.
The lie that love without price is a fools errand.
The ripples of pain she hands out like candy.
Always pointing out the others transgressions.
Picking apart their momentry weakness,
their inability to understand that the rules,
they do not apply to all equally,
Two against the world.
And I hold my tongue,
because it profits no one to feed those flames.
and anger seductive as it seems leads only in the end
to destruction.