I walked down my stairs With intention to find something to clear out To my surprise There he was, in his full glory Only his front two hands
Were grasped around my throat His expression was calm As he had been there Me, his puppet For 25 years His back two arms attached And ran deep into the walls of my subconscious He was a giant black cape for my back His back body floated up and attached to the ceiling above my head He knew it was time. Without a fight He took his hands from my throat I then began to pull his darkness from both sides Pulling pulling pulling I pulled it out of the ceiling I gathered his darkness into a bundle *Squeeze* I hugged it “Thank You” Into the box and out the door. I was exhausted I rubbed rose oil on the wounds And watched them begin to heal When I reached the top of my stairs I voice firmly says: “I think what you need is to get back out in the world.” “I think what you need is to get back out in the world.” “I think what you need is to get back out in the world.”
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