the feeling
dominates—
dominates—
like finger carnage
pushed into intestinal casings.
pushed into intestinal casings.
the moment—
this moment—
has arrived
this moment—
has arrived
and truth will be revealed,
no longer concealed,
what my enemies really think
no longer concealed,
what my enemies really think
of me.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, February 6, 2026.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, February 6, 2026.
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A strong feeling of hurt and pain. It speaks to my heart as I know this feeling so well today.❤️Your revolves around feelings of conflict, betrayal, and the anticipation of judgment. It delves into the complex relationship between self-perception and the perceptions held by others, particularly adversaries. My best friend so betrayed me. Hang in there, my friend.💕🌹💕
My friend, thank you for trusting this space with something so tender. That feeling you name…of hurt, exposure, and bracing for how others see us…it’s very real. I’m sorry you’re carrying that today. I’m grateful the poem could meet you where you are, and I’m holding space for you in it. I also thank you for seeing me, my dear friend, and for holding space for me too. You are a blessing. 🫀🫥🪞🙏
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Broken open, ground pushed into forms made from what was made to dispose of waste. Now trapped and exposed all at once we find what our enemies think. Wow! Such raw views of psychological vulnerability. Well done my friend
Thank you, Soren. Your read captures exactly that moment of being broken open…contained, exposed, and suddenly aware of how others see us. I’m grateful for the way you held the vulnerability here and named it so honestly. Always appreciated, my friend.🫀🫥🪞🙏
You are most welcome Tristan
Your enemy will kill you from afar.
Your friends will kill you from within.
Strange how It's always been this way.
Well said, Paul. There’s a hard wisdom in that contrast…distance versus intimacy, threat versus fracture. It speaks to why exposure hurts the way it does. I appreciate you bringing that truth into the space. 🫀🫥🪞🙏
That silly sausage Popeye - and Co! lol.
I'm telling you, and when they say their sausage has "herb" in it...well...don't ask! LOL! Glug!
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