#theendofthespell

[versegold]

B5. The End of the Spell

As the fog in my head disappeared, I looked into the abyss you carry with you, hiding it behind the clouds you puff out like a steam locomotive that hides who you are.

I am still shaking, and see the chasm between us grow wider as I step back — away, away from you, your thoughts, and the heart of darkness.

I call in the angels, to be surrounded, to be loved for who I am, not the construction of failures that society makes of me.

I close my eyes, breathe, free.