A fork
in a muddy road.
Vibrations shudder
through the warm soil
with each step. Fresh rain falls
up into my nose.
Earth seeps
into my shoe soles, saturating
them with still
and soundlessness.
The left path - strewn
with disbelief and contentment.
The right - love and loneliness.
I pace the entrances,
left to right.
Right to left.
Recalling my last bouts of insanity,
I step towards my favored leg,
only to unearth anguish
which follows open-fleshed
exposure.
Bite the lip. Agree.
It's all you can do to refrain
from taking the left path.
You were so sure.

Why were you so sure?