There are words lurking in the shadows, waiting for the moment of vengeance. The moment to allow Karma back into my life to punish me at the hands of my love. Eyes of familiarity stare as I walk alone and vulnerable. I tremble.
A life like rain, like deer. Like weeds in a driveway. Clouds in the night. An underground volcano. A crumbling book with a breaking seam. An empty skull.
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 11:24 PM UTC
There are words lurking in the shadows, waiting for the moment of vengeance. The moment to allow Karma back into my life to punish me at the hands of my love. Eyes of familiarity stare as I walk alone and vulnerable. I tremble.
A life like rain, like deer. Like weeds in a driveway. Clouds in the night. An underground volcano. A crumbling book with a breaking seam. An empty skull.
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