Sometimes

sometimes we are taken. by what we do not know. sometimes we go willingly. into the unknown. 

as our choices leave us naked. and our trust gradually goes stale. still our journey moves us forward in spite of itself.

strangers in familiar masks. 

the amber in their voices hardens. the perfume in their nearness fouls. 

sometimes we are taken. sometimes we are chosen. 

predators drowning in the subtle difference between tragedy and hope. 

liars in familiar clothes. 

the poison in their choices so loud. 

sometimes we are taken. 

sometimes we let them go.