A Fragile Likeness

shy on the inside with nails bitten to the bone, nerve-racked & exhausted with trying to be normal, sick of trying to find out what that is, he sits down next to her & she with a paranoia that keeps her inside most of the time, caused from years of abuse when she was growing up, caused by neglect & trauma that she might never speak of to anyone, but which swirl round in her head every hour on the hour--- the both of them have “issues,” the both of them are stumbling through conversation, but there is a beautiful, wonderful, fragile likeness, between two people who up till’ now have felt that they would never have such a conversation, with anyone who wasn’t getting paid to give advice, calling it “therapy.”