“And What Do I Get, For My Pain?”
She began the untangling soon after the Darkness started hitting hard again.
It was the only thing that kept her alive.
She wondered at her daughter's tedious, precise nature, and thought that was what had saved her Life.
Zerosum- "the gain of
one resulting in a loss
of equal proportion."
But Life, she had reluctantly concluded, had never promised to be fair. To her, soley, anyways.
Justice is subjective.
The balance of Life is
righted, then tipped,
then evened, then
chaotic, then straightened.
And the cycle that never
began continues to an
end that will never come.
And so the frustration of being this limited human.
Despite all my
rage,
I am still caged,
and what do I
get?
For my Pain. *
Maybe if I pretend
it never happened,
I could go back to
that Wednesday,
before 7 a.m
Before he finally put down
the phone, and picked
up the rope.
I miss my Son.
God. Damn. It.
She blanks her mind
then.
Returns to the mess
of copper wire.
Momentary peace.
As she pauses to grasp
her sanity.