Flatlined.
That’s what we are
No initiation on either of our parts
To revive or extinguish
To enkindle or deaden
No movement
Up or down
Toward or away from the other.
Instead,
We’ve chosen stasis...
Denial.
Too afraid that if we bend to touch the other's heart
The uncomfortable shock of
Chaos will ensue.
Yet, if I'm forced between chaos and this mental torpor with you,
I must choose chaos.
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