I jackknifed your already crooked stance…
Resurfaced your tight-roped gray matter…
Swale of hell?
I can’t distinguish.
I masticate Eros and Ice
Then vomit empty.
My right is uninhabitable,
My left requires a plumb line…
Perhaps an Ancile, too.


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I have no answers...just lessons learned from mistakes
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4 Responses to Agape

  1. Jingle says:

    well done.

  2. luna15 says:

    a very intriguing write. Nice!

  3. My first thought was “holy crap’, but I didn’t think it would be appropriate. Nice writing!

  4. An enjoyable piece I like it đŸ™‚

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