Slash.
Dodge,
Jab.
The chance.
It will only come once.
But you let it go.
Mistake?
Maybe.
The chance.
Only this time, not for you.
It will only come once.
But they don't let it go.
Mistake?
You decide.

You can't hurt me

I live in the spirit

Not in my mind.

when did I start deceiving myself and those around...

(wince)

...should scrape off this veneer of delusion with blades of veracity

She pressed her palms together
and prayed to be desired with purity,
free from lust and deceit.
“What waits for me behind the horizon line?”

In a billion years, will you recall
any of this at all?

Imagine recalling it all, as if
it happened
yesterday and before I slept I prayed an if
I have one more day,
let me make it
worthy of remembering in a billion years,
just in case.

Passion ran wild

Scripturience smouldering

burning my innards