You build the resolve to never let anyone get that one inch ‘too’ close… you wall paper the walls that hold you safe… you disguise the barbwire with colourful ribbons… you’re sure that it can never happen again… you’re just so much smarter… so much more capable of being the fly that did not fly into the web…
And then the smallest gesture gets you… and you could slap yourself hard cos you can’t tell those who usually do the slapping for you… its that smile that flashes at you even when you’re singing off key to a song on the radio… that hand that touches your face when you say something silly… it’s the look that for no particular reason makes your heart jump… its that extra mile that is driven to see you safe… safe!!
It’s the small gestures that you can’t protect yourself from… they creep in through the cracks of your existence… they come in like the rain… grains of sand that your feet brought in from a sunny day…they’re just what you need but don't want… peeling the corners of the wall paper…
And you let them… you wrap the barb wire tighter with the ribbon…