time heals

its tongue flicks at me.

out of the puddle of saliva rolls a pearl.

it dissolves.

what does it want from me?

it slithers away, back to its damp home.

left behind are two sticks.

they point up from the ground.

one of them is greed.

it wants me to pull it out.

pull them all out.

keep them for myself.

never let anybody touch them.

the other one is hate.

it begs me to break all of them.

break itself.

destroy all things tied to it.

let them all be forgotten.

it begins to rain and they are both washed away