Repress
No, I will not let it go, ignore it, sweep it away.
The rug is already so bumpy, thrown over years of words left unsaid, deeds left undone, hurts left unaccounted for.
I trip and bloody my face as I try to navigate the endless and undulating landscape of our living room to reach some kind of peace, a world where our realities aren’t so far apart that they could never meet.
What is that? you ask. I’m bleeding, I say. Well, I’m sorry you feel that way.
As if that could pass for an apology.
Enough. I swipe at the rivulets, smearing them under my eyes like war paint as I lift the corner and let one of the buried sneak out.
It strikes you first, but you turn it upon me. I see how this will go.
I can take it. My armor is stronger now than it was before.
One by one I fight off the attacks that you couldn’t hold, just as I’ve always done.
Today is different, though. Today is new. Today, like it or not, the demons are coming out.
I will fight them all by myself if I must, but it goes much faster with two.
