Every Good Thing Coming
My Love, I know how terror has tracked you, chased after you, laced its lingering fingers through every conversation and circumstance. Pulling in the undertow; a clawing tide, drawing you into it’s cold fist with every word and move, gripping, tightening. Sliding, shifting-shape, always in disguise, never in clear view. Skating quick on wafer ice, […]
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