Instability
Rickety slates
The air empty of fate
Sprinting through the heavy doors
Blinded by the darkness
Dizzy spots fill the irises
Blood pressure rises
The boogeyman awaits
The city lights but a flicker in the highrises
There’s no guaranteed lightswitch
There’s no real life insurance
Just forbearance and weighted reassurances
Props, fake tears, knockoff handbags
Rocketships running on empty
Laugh tracks dotting the story
The king sings a song
The kingmaker sells a bridge
The people bite into the ridge
There are no guarantees
There’s no guaranteed lightswitch
There are knots in the sales pitch
It doesn’t matter
Just go ahead
Be
Categories: Poetry, Psychology, women
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