Spiral
And then there was pain Searing pain That cut through the Red hot lividness that was her breath and throttled it midway She choked Unable to decide between The desire to obfuscate her world And the temptation of perennial oblivion Both offered completion. Buddha or Shiva? Surrender or annihilation? Giving up or taking up? Too many questions Serpentine thoughts with sinewy claws enmeshed her endearingly sweetly and surely and hopefully (for them), forever. Except for time There's no forever Who are you kidding?! Just here and now The only possessions At any moment That's all.