Chaos Of Feeling
Prompt: Soothing Fires
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2 min readMar 8, 2022
Love’s rupture had me slamming the door shut, though I’d often linger in the nebulous sphere of its loss—dwell in the evisceration, dumbed by the perverted twist of the knife, beckoning—
could I squeeze the scar
for more holy blood
with sacred tears
as poisonous balm
for a mending soul?
