Den of Vipers

by K.A. Knight

This is like a game of chess, one I didn’t even know I was playing. But I refuse to be a pawn. I’m a fucking queen and it’s time I started acting like one.

Total surrender, but I’m so used to fighting, and when he peels back all those layers of stubbornness and hate, what will he find underneath?

That terrifies me, that’s why I lash out. Why I push at them, poke and prod until we all explode.

Her bravery and toughness are an act to keep people away. To stop them from gaining control over her. To prevent them from hurting her. I see it in her gaze, she hurts them, pushes them away first so that they can never hurt her.

Life is never promised, tomorrow is never guaranteed, and I don’t believe in wasting any time on what you wish you had said or done. So even though I know it’s dumb, I let it all out. We can never move forward until we get over the past.

Those who love us have the opportunity to hurt us the worst, and in my experience, they always do.