hopefulpath

{ ☣ };            He is a web of frantic limbs, pacing back and forth
                    before sweeping a wide arc to face her.
                    His eyes are a shipwreck, hazel like
                    the last cinders of a fire, washed away
                    before the storm can arrive.

                    His words are fragile, made of broken porcelain
                    and eggshells, plastic teeth and a thickness in
                    his lungs that leaves his voice coarse and disgusting.

                     ❝   I— I can’t — Gwen.
                         I keep seeing him.
                        I can’t do this.   ❞