Sistence

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Two

So you've finally done it,
built yourself a crown of splinters.

Comfortable, are we?  
I'll get used to it - 

dribbling blood
can only blot out so much.
As ever, life will go on.
What kind of life?

The kind I deserve, I suppose. 

The kind I never dreamed

I'd ever be subjected to - 

but it turns out that some things

are more inevitable than we hope. 

So fully defeatist it is, then? 

In the face of all of this, 

everything you could ever

gesture broadly at, 

you'd settle in and make a home? 

No. Some things cannot be held

at arms length, and for those  

we have... alternative means

of solving serious problems. 

Intriguing. Seems like a lot

of spunk and determination 

for someone who insists 

on listing into the sunset

like an unrepaired sailboat.

Don't get clever. These are 

entirely different circumstances.

Oh, sure, of course. In that case, 

let's see if we can kill 

two problems with one bullet. 

Only question - which caliber?

Oh please, with such weak

instigation. Do better. 

You first.