Devil’s Gruel

I fear the call of silence
dread its drain on sensitivity
and feelings of value & pride

If only self-loathing
was not saddled behind closed doors
ready to ride off
into the sunset of bleeding hearts
stripped of our wings
never to fly again

Author: Emma Beane

"My history is still one of those mysteries I struggle with every day..." - [ebeane] ... All original works Copyright Emma Beane

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