static

mercurial, but he would always return
as the moon would eventually wane
to the intrinsic origin of darkness
and she sits still, meekly waiting for him to detonate
caustic arrows speeding from his tongue
bitter venom spewing from the fangs of the viper
impaling her heart, but only striking
a black hole, imploded upon itself
an inverted supernova of so much more
than mere vessels of tangible life
she remembers the first blow
and after that, she only felt numb
dull pins and needles upon the rubber flesh
of a distant, disjointed being
even if she had the choice, she would not start over
and lose her mind to blindness
no, ignorance is overrated
she would not go back to that psuedo-blissful oblivion
and repeat the fresh surges of unfamiliar pain
as a naïve child running toward the tsunami
entranced by the terrible beauty of the
mile-high waves towering over her head
she wants to heal, not to erase the memories
but time crawls like glass
and she figures she has all eternity to forget