orchestrated ministry

Broken asunder. . Unfettered confidence lining my broken granite pathway I felt her snakebitten breaths. Unatoned in abstinent shades of red. Now I know we are cursed... your delicate razors tell gods secrets torn asunder on my eyes. Nights blurred for my broken eyes. Black to the brim pooling with unlashed emptiness. .. nevertheless untamed. Tattooed with the geometric designs of an old soul...

I AM. I KNOW. I HAVE BEEN DRIVEN UNDER.

BY THE WATERY FLAMES OF HER....