Safe

It’s a coldness that eats away at your insides.

Fingertips white, tepid water burns,

creates a blotchy rash twisting up your legs;

mast cells activating again.

Always fighting something inside I suppose it is

better to fight than flight

better safe than sorry

better to expect nothing than something

better cynical than naive.

I marvel at my castle in the sky

birth chart dominated by air signs

I need that option to suddenly shut up and float away.

So when I hate you and cut you off.

it’s really about me.