Worlds Spilling

Sometimes, my worlds collide, spilling over into one another. Sometimes the poison from some previous wound has worked its way to the surface for release. There are times when I don’t realize that that is what is happening until after the fact, not quite like the delirium of a fever, more like sometimes the words are the expulsion of venom as my system rejects it. So then I must count on you to know that my heart is not bitter, to know my real feeling, and that they are only passing moments. However, sometimes fierce.