sometimes, often too—it is harder to find the departure into the soft cocoon
when like the old trigger is spring loaded and out the jetty, jettisoned it is awhile before I locate what button got tripped ….the barbed wire wrapped around my ankle ….and ohhhh I put it together how we fell through this particular rabbit hole shit, girl—we fucking know better, lose the name; like the ring that choked the forth finger of all blood supply and oxygen with his unjust suspicions and the sticky trail of empty bottles that littered that life from our dark ages —I should have put it together when came the messages in multiples and the breaches into my passwords; why do I even try to ever leave my fucking caves when the predators never give up; a cave to protect, a cave to imprison as we watch only shadows for company; we are lost and nobody will come looking for us, nobody knows we are here
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