Distance is better.

All the bodies
walking off
this way
and that way,
the distance is better.
Apart far enough
in which their chaos cannot bleed
right into me
and their presence
is acknowledged
without reaching me
and allowing their pain
to seep within.

When their pain is felt
I lay down
the shivers take me
as I try to force it out
that hate in them
ready to swallow me whole.
The pain that ate them internally
prepared to eat its way straight through
and into me.
Leaping upon me
looking for a home
in which it finds more
to make friends with
mixing with
breeding with
and disbursing
its disease
over and over
for feelings are difficult
and feeling it
can be confusing
when you can’t find the main source.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina