spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
He stood at the window of his cabin his back to her Lost in his own thoughts Tortured by his own dark demons Memories flooded his vision Unbidden Unwanted Unforgotten He stared into the inky blackness beyond the pane A clear sky and moonless… Continue Reading “Fractured Healing”
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