The Outside called.
Anxious nauseous anger
Weakness, vitality drains
Like open vein
How should I answer
Scenarios played out in my head
If this, then that, then this, then that
Same old round and round
Seeking answer, resolution, victory
Weaker with each turn of the wheel
Same old round and round
Turning inside I asked Her
I’ve never done that before
She answered, why would you again give away what belongs to me
The answer is not out there, it is here between us
The Outside called.
I didn’t answer. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .