This is not easy, watching her run from the demons. The hold is strong. He is wicked jinn. She is blindly submissive; a bit cunning, enjoying the games.
They’re dangerous, babe.
My lids are heavy. My brain churns thoughts. I run for home, spooning with dog. Exhaustion. I am aggressive and stalwart.
She said my presence antagonizes the predators; light stirring up the darkness there.
Illumination always wins; smothering the deviance.
Everyone here in this place is faux and angry. What the hell ya’ll so mad about? Knuckle up and figure it out.
Sniff a tree.
Climb a flower.
But for shit’s sake get off the personas; hiding the brokenness of unhealed trauma.
I nestle into this quiet place, the water and pine trees, walks at the lake.
This earth is not my home. I don’t feel attached. You leave chaos in your aftermath. I write it all out.
There are scrolls to be left behind and read in better times. I’m here for the lessons and observations; and sometimes, the entertainment.
I witness sick mentalities, broken and numbing, with booze, fake news and dramatics; your stretched out minds are so scattered.
I get it. You feel had; gotten over on and mad. But it’s really just self accountability you lack.
You didn’t expect to hear the truth. But honeys, let it go. Everyone wants to know; the who, the you; the is it true?
It’s what we humans do.
Look into the depths of your breath; feel its righteous depths. It changes the brain; releases the strain; and for fuck’s sake, wash out the pain.
A witch’s eye is ancient light, and so, I wish you free of all you give away, and your self inflicted binding.
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