When doing the right thing feels wrong…
it’s an argument between the angel and demon on my shoulders.
Neither wins if each side is gray.
So what am I to do then?
Out of sight, out of mind… right?
So sudden, like the mouth of Venus closing around her prey.
He’s the unsuspecting fly that keeps walking
all over those sensitive triggers. Those vulnerable places,
that I can no longer hold open. He damaged the surface.
Please… fly away little fly before I hurt you.