“a maiden voyage”


Disrobe, close your eyes and turn your back to me.
all trepidation is black and tattooed beneath your skin with ironic permanence.
With these words I can paint the victim you picture yourself to be:
Fair maiden fallen prey to consequence.
She stares out castle windows
Waiting for nothing.
Wanting nothing,
But obscurity.
Let down your hair so that I might begin this uphill battle
And plummet to epiphany:

Neither of us belong here;
Neither of us belong to each other,
Neither of us belong with each other.
Compromise is symptom of loneliness,
Comfort is a result of compromise,
Love is the aftermath of comfort,
We are fools.
We are afraid of ourselves.
We never sit in silence.
And now, we will never have the chance to.
this is a valediction;
farewell to your indecision.