pale and out of sight

the white fish
(flounder comes to mind)
buries itself underneath
the sand in the depths
of the ocean.

I realize that my pale skin
(and it’s real fucking pale)
may derive from burying
myself into the darkness
of
life.

it’s there that I feel most comfortable;
out of the danger of predators.
no vulnerability
hidden and absent
from humans.

but then…
the bait; the lure
is cast within my peripheral vision;
there she is.

why does she choose to show up now
when I have found my peace?

i ignore it…i continue to ignore it…
she won’t go away…she stays and stays
and
stays
but i stay strong,
but not for long.
I’m flawed
because I can only see around me
not in front of me.

so i eventually strike the bait;
hook, line, and sinker
(I think that’s the adage)
because I’m weak
and my flesh is easily torn
filleted
chopped
cooked
eaten
digested
and
there
lies
my heart:
complete shit
and
easily
flushable.

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jonathandeanrichie

Recently moved back to the States after living 16 months in Vietnam. I write to remove the thoughts trapped in the cobwebs of my psyche before the spider envelopes me whole.

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