I can feel myself deteriorate;
I fell so toxic.
We made what we could make…
I should have used logic!
There’s a tiny lump inside me;
I can feel the scabs flake away.
The pain I can feel on my knees,
Desperately, I pray.
Just when you think the chapter gets better,
The pages have been marked up and scribbled upon,
Some of them even stuck together!
After all there is always darkness before dawn…
2 thoughts on “The Lingering Catalyst”
I loved this! This was amazing… sometimes the most toxic traits are within us…
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Thank you! I agree. It’s a hard pill to swallow.
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