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May 2017
He spoke a truth; I ate the lie.
He gave me his word; I gagged on the hollow promise.
He touched me; my skin crawled.
He kissed me; his breath was foul.
He spat his sins in my face; I absorbed them, bore them.
He held me; my heart stuttered
He looked at me; his eyes were empty.
He loosed his hold; I moved to him.
I grasped his hand; it was clammy, chilled.
He pulled away; I tightened my grip.
He begged for release; I ignored his pleas.
He whispered, β€œWhy?”; I would not hear.
I struck him down; he was still.
I mouthed β€œAmen”, then turned away.
An abstract idea that came into my mind today. Not sure if I have developed it fully enough but I like the premise & the ambiguity.
The Wicca Man
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The Wicca Man  65/M/UK
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