I worry about the future
I worry all the time
I ask if we can make it
You tell me we’ll be fine
We may not have everything
But I am yours
And you are mine
6.17.19
‘Move past it’ is a choice I think
A daily conversation to have with
Oneself, and on bad days, out loud
Move past the daily little triggers
And reminders of past mistakes
Try to notice them less because
It isn’t your fault if it happens again
You’ll just have to let her go
But that hurt? That hurt would
Take hourly conversations with
Yourself in order to move past it
Excerpt
Twenty minutes later, self-stitched and full of stimulant-subdued rage, Domino redonned the EVA suit. She strapped a portable med kit to her back and left the bay. Her sentry had been busy. A pile of bodies soaked the floor in crimson pools. The drone was out of ammunition. She entered the elevator, leaving it behind.
The lift shook to a stop a moment before power died. Domino looked up to the shaft access. “Why can’t things ever be easy? Just once I’d love to infiltrate a vacation planet, walk in, say hi, get what I need, leave. Soak vitamin D on a beach, served tea by a waitress wearing nothing but a smile.”