by Sparks In Shadow
Sharp moments follow me down, one after another. I find ragged comfort and deep regret down in the dark recess.
Of my mind, I can say its hardest won tools do calm when the welcome coolness of their embrace are chosen over anger’s heat. But my soul worries me.
Always myself when conjuring visions of ill will, who am I when I love? Pausing over iridescent liquid wrought to answer my question, I gaze at another potion which used my last vial of his tears. Gathered as he dreamt of me, I’ll have no more. Time lessens that potion’s force.
Choices tempt. I pray choice cools me.
The prompt was “in the dark recess of my mind” from Julia.