made themselves for pain
is a wanton pill to swallow.
push on through, soldier.
happy face today,
smiling legs tomorrow.
the black hole won't go away,
though,
till you are wont to accept that it is.
given birth by those choices,
the vacuum kept alive
by this denial.
what is the fastest way out?
the see-saw thrashes wildly,
jams me into the ground.
