My own bully
Fueled by and raging on insecurities and fears
Born in between each thought
A nasty little brute
That forces down
The painstakingly constructed
House of cards
Built with patience imprinted on feather light tips
The Fool leans into the Lovers a level surface for the Star
But that wicked little bastard lurks
And with one simple rap on the table
He sabotages the foundation
In a swift flutter of moth’s wings
Ace by queen by two by nine
Spades and clubs
And bleeding hearts
Reduced to a pile of 52 pickup
And over and over and over again
I…Repair …Rebuild…Revert to my masochistic ways
Without ever issuing an apology
E.A. O'Connell
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