The Edge

The edge is where you finally stop and think

do I care

or do I share?

Have I endured enough to share, and then endure the consequences?

Or do I care more for his reaction? For protecting him?

It builds and builds and builds, I care and care and care

I love him I love him I love him so much so hard but it hurts so much I’m on fire

I’m a slow burn inside out

I hold back and back and back

The Wave of Kunagawa is building behind my eyes my heart my fingers my temper

my paper thin temper

my filmy wet sodden temper

I am tired and cannot go further, the wave has crested and overtaken me

Kurosawa drives me and there are no brakes no airbags no barriers no soft landings

Waveof Korusawa

Hokusai overwhelms my heart and the rocket drives my mind and the flames fire under my fingertips and I explode and explode and explode and my feelings drip down down down all over the walls the door the window down down through the floorboards down down drip drip onto the tile on the first floor drip drip down each stair down into the basement

where my soul resides

in the sump hole

my soul collects the remnants of the results the reactions the consequences of my share.

I shared. There will be consequences. My soul will collect them with the others in the dank, dark underside of my home, of my body, of my life.

I love him but there will be consequences. There always are consequences. I chose to absorb them when I chose to share. I still wait for the fallout, the pushback, the aftershocks, the punishment.

Oh. There will be punishment for the share.

There WILL BE PUNISHMENT.

Thous shalt not feel without regard to how those feelings affect those who affected thoust (?) feelings.

I love him, but I shared, because I could not contain the wave, or it will explode my mind my heart my body my future my boys. I physically failed. My floodwalls failed. And I will absorb the flood, the earthquake, the runoff, the pollution, the consequences, which will contaminate the unknown.

I had to save my sanity, without it, I can’t save my boys. I had to save the known. Please understand. I’m sorry you feel bad.

The volcano erupted because I had to save the known. I love you. I love my boys more.

 

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