With tough, leathery skin,
it’s a wonder she moves without notice.
Yet she skulks and slithers
throughout the mind,
leaving a trail of bad decisions in the name of self-preservation
Seeking only comfort and survival
not peace or progress
After years of hiding in the shadows,
she is an expert at skirting around the edges,
dropping pebbles here,
rolling beads of water down there,
until they gather in a puddle,
pushing behind the eyes
pulsating in the inner ear
an ache in the chest
an unease in the soul
Don’t trust this,
Run the other way,
And if you won’t listen,
she whispers ways to sabotage
All so softly that you don’t even question that her voice isn’t your own.
One thought on “Irrational Reptile”
Perhaps this reptile will shed its skin ridding its self of all its bad characteristics and emerge with a new and wonderful body and mind without its toxic qualities.
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