That Someone Else
knows no fear
She wouldn’t have hyperventilated on
step 350 of steel, see-through grates
leading down to the hollowed core of a glacier
that she
would never get to see
but would regret
collapsed in a lawn chair
breathing lavender air
instead of living
Fear’s bitch not its master.
She’d sleep through a night
without having to exorcise
riotous whispers with psalms
harbingers of doom that speak in
tunnel vision darkness
She is someone who kills on contact
before the path caves in.
Someone who would rather regret
what is said
what remains unspoken
whose words spit affection
not trepidation
Someone who can love without the burden of want
build bridges not walls
make hummus not wars
busy living instead of dying
putting old demons to rest.