Should I give them up my pockmarked truths? (Each scar-shamed one.) Are they deemed too blunt and ugly, now? (Although hard-won.) As if uneartheddirt-bound like postholes underabandoned ancient sites which only speak to usin ash. In charcoal’s black. From lives undone. By sufferingsthat came on fast. Remorselessly unjust. And where (however muchits […]
Truth
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Liferaft in the Abyss 