Trilogy

And then it was last evening and then once again where I realized that things can roll off of me almost seamlessly.  I can get them to be damn near seamless.  It's a good and bad thing.  I'm learning a lot about defense mechanisms as far as people go.  There are so many.

With a bit of a pull and a struggle here and there there is a part of me that was fighting that gave up.  Enough trying.  And I say this. I was still grown up about it.  Rather than running from it.  Confront things head on.  Like a fucking boss.  Make a mistake? Own it. Don't feel like talking? Say so. Let the truth speak. Not bullshit.  I'll respect honesty from anyone any day over lame ass bullshit. Let's be real. B was right about the "lie to me syndrome" that people prefer so much. FUCK THAT.  At the same time this is not to be reckless. Sometimes it's not worth it. But if you respect someone enough the least they deserve is the truth.  Just sayin.
It is what it is..kiss the bullshit bye bye..bury it 6 feet or if you're me 12 feet to be safe. XO.

White Walled

Requiem

Trilogy
In the room with the flickering lights
she kneels down over the girl
The girls long black hair knotted and matted covered her face.
She knelt over Zahia's soaking wet body.
She would flail her own hair back behind her clenching her teeth.
The lights would flicker above them.
Her knees hurt from digging at the tile beneath them.
Zahia's legs would kick and kick.
She would hold tighter and even tighter.
Zahia's pale skin would begin to turn from pale
to rosy pink to deep blood red.
She would not let her go no matter how badly her own hand's hurt and how tired they were from gripping Zahia's neck. Which was now purple and blood vessels broken from exhaust.
Eventually her eyes rolled back into her head.
Her wet feet would stop kicking.
Eventually the struggle would end.