it's our
automatic instinct
You won't know how we are thinking
because nice is the downshift
Later, much later
in a quiet unwinding place
We might admit the anger that mushroomed
for the acid buried within stomach lining
and the smile ever present upon our lips
Oh, "I'm good" and "I'm fine"
is all that we allow for one another
But whole truths?
We do not reserve them for Escape Rooms
Truth is vulnerability gifted
upon encountering safer places.
- Les'Nspired
