the cycle
this is a house of victims who overreact and who fight back who want to cry but won't a house of cruelty and forgiveness of truths and not truths but never lies this is a house of parts parts of me reacting to parts of her reacting to parts of him reacting to the stories we keep telling ourselves traps sprung from the long-dead and this is a house of new beginnings born of pieces of a long cycle, finally broken and put back together again anew a cycle, perhaps, of survival