Lurk
A darkening core is something one would think to hide, it’s true. To reveal the inner black smirches is not considered socially acceptable. Nor is it possible to admit to rot, even when revealed to public view. So we all keep our secrets and a modicum of decorum. And yet I am drawn to the secret lives of those we think we know. I foolishly think I can get so close, part a few branches, see all revealed, and then slip away without being seen in turn. I refuse to realize the greening growth of our cover-ups as beautiful, and refuse to disclose my own heart’s root. Someday soon perhaps I will lock defenses with another, like an antlered stag refusing to give way, and lose all hope to life in my stubbornness and pride. But perhaps I will learn to relinquish this struggle instead, resting at peace in time.
