What alien world is this?
I duck and weave around tangibles
while paying no mind
to other possibilities?
You no longer enhance me.
You think you possess me.
I’ve had enough of your objurgation,
and quickening retaliation.
I revert to my inner dialogue,
to calm this garnet sea of rage.
And so I have started decathecting*
for the inevitable dissolution
By Sarah ©2018
* decathect (v.) – withdraw one’s feelings of attachment from (a person, idea, or object), as in anticipation of a future loss