Impostor

Some words come too easily, some sleights of hand seem natural when they fall out of your muscles, you sit in a dark bar and wonder at your own poker face. She sits on a couch in your own home, speaking of hospital staff and assault procedure, of the secondary trauma in taking your experience seriously, I started crying in the shower today so maybe I'm not ready to leave my room yet. Voices come from across the ocean, weaving tapestries of the pain of being alive. All you can think is that if it was to be so often this hard, shouldn't the good have been easy to hold on to? There's an answer in there somewhere, you weren't meant to find it yet.

We spent the day 40 floors up, looking at the skyline of a skyscraping metropolis and dancing our feelings into reality.

It's been too many nights with
to now suddenly be without