fixing...

wednesday night is my night.
a night for dark and darker, darker still. my night.
secret meetings where all the unravelling is done. the strings pulled apart.
my tether loosed just a little. just a little, little.

my tears are not ugly.
and not my red face.
no comment about how blue blue eyes get during a good cry. no advice.
(that is not giving.)
no golden intentions, just the case,
the cause we all know, the disturbance
and Our Unexplainable,
the strict perfect chaos, the frozen, the freezing, the aftermath.
and then home.

then home.

to warm, to cool.
home
to home.