Translating Reality

You live in a hostile world
There are monsters everywhere

Trust no one!

Your peaceful you seeks solace
Even in company

Your angry you
A tornado of defense and attack

In the aftermath
You don’t remember

Blurred lines
Blurred pictures
No emotions

He said, she said
‘Actually that’s not what happened.’

I translate
The skewed reality
Into something less hostile
I put bridles on the monsters

Then one day
Your peaceful you
Your angry you
They shook hands

Now the monsters are gone

A Proxy for War

She was stuck.
All her campaigns at stale mate.
Her soldiers out of steam.
But she had to, had to win the war,
Against a projection of evil.
A fog in her brain.
Trauma telling her a story that didn’t exist.

I need to win. I need control

Suddenly, a new face appeared at the sidelines.
A warrioress unaware of the dire Greed for power and control in the centre of the battlefield.
The Greed honed her focus on the warrioress.

She is my next campaign. Surely with her I shall win the war!

‘Hey fuckin’ lassie. Come over here.’
   ‘What do you want? This war is not mine to fight. This greed is not mine to satisfy.’
‘I don’t fuckin’ care. I need u to win the war. Wot do I care about u or any1 else? See the evil fog over there? I’ve been fighting him for years.’
   ‘You mean the trail of fog that comes out of your ears and mouth and creates the shape of a monster?’
‘Wot u fuckin’ talkin’ about lassie? The monster is real! It’s the cause of all evil!’ Greed screamed on top of her lungs. And with that scream she jumped the warrioress and threw her into the gaping mouth of the fog monster.
‘U will win ma war fuckin’ lassie.’

But the warrioress just turned around. She faced the monster. Hand resting gently on top of the kashira. Her trusted katana remained sheathed. ‘I am not your proxy for war. This battle is your own delusion.’ And with a toothy smile she greeted the fog monster. ‘I greet thee chimera of Greed. Now show thy true face oh monster mine.’
And out of the fog stepped a lion. His gracious mane covering a scared face. Battle wounds, now scars on his massive muscles. He grinned back. Even more teeth.
‘Why are you hiding in Greed’s figment of a fog monster?’
‘Easy,’ he said. ‘As long as she fights herself Greed will always lose the war.’
‘But you could have easily won the war against Greed. So now what?’
‘I break free.’
‘What about the fog monster? The chimera?’
‘She will destroy herself.’

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