Hidden Curses

Hidden Curses Beyond the grasp too tender, delicate, fragile like spiders’ legs, or dragonfly wings but there nonetheless this tangible ache. Or is it pain? I can't tell the difference but I know it's there and it hurts, or it would if I could step out of the glue of this numbness. Put it into words, you said but modesty forbids --the manners I was taught. And yes there is a perfect word for it hanging there waiting for me to grasp it and sling it at you with all the force of that stone from David's slingshot. Maybe I'm not sure I trust my aim or maybe I am still afraid of letting you see the evil the terrible, X-Rated vileness that lives inside me now that your betrayal ripped me apart. Or perhaps I understand now that eventually hurt will pass wraithlike and leave nothing in its place but regret.