July 8, 2017

Another dawn, another day. Outside my window the leaves are coaxing me to play in the sun, in the soft grass, in the soft earth, in the gentle wind. But there’s a demon coiled around my brain and it will not release me. I lie in the shadows and slowly, slowly, distill sadness out of fury.

through clenched teeth
a whisper:
so mote it be

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“There’s a darkness living deep in my soul that’s still got a purpose to serve.”

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