Bitterness, fermented
Spiraling expectations
A lost heart
A rotten soul
Anger, rusted
Gnawing at the pit of the stomach
A bygone era
A fallen hope
Questions, unanswered
Silent hanging
A lacuna of desire
A lake of bile
Marbles, held intact
Godly obedience, consent manufactured
A sea of want and need
A search in darkness
I've moved to Medium
If you came here looking for me, thank you. I am humbled and delighted. 😚 I now blog in Medium. You are welcome to read my stories there .
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