Ashlandsblog

Growing inches from the day I’m born. Limbs unfolding, and the mind unravelling. Only to find that no matter how far I look into someone, I see halos. I’m not concerned with the good. I have seen them all my life. In my pursuit, I’ve lost my tidings. I’m looking for the devil that’s in disguise. For once to meet someone with no apology, all disclosure of their cruelty without excuse. Come on, make it easy and appear to me in crimson, horns and all, hooves. Do something bad, cause the pain and admit you are inconsolable. Don’t show me a past that makes up for it. I’d rather black and white. Anytime I think I’m close, someone weaker hides behind the veneer of austerity. Just another fraud with paper horns, and in my deep frustration I’ve started snatching the halos off of people’s heads and frisbeeing them. I would like for once to not make amends on behalf of every injury sustained. Worse to admit they’re not from a formidable foe, only another person whose limbs keeping growing and mind unravelling. And worse still that the closest I’ve come face to face with one is in the mirror.