All the things I cannot say ~ 1.1

Betrayal has substance.  It breathes.  It approaches as an entity not a thing.  A living, calculating, hardhearted energy concealed within a tightly woven fabric of the macabre. Had I not be imprisoned on this cot, laying here in a panic — in full free-fall mode, in fact  — and if I were pressed to defineContinue reading “All the things I cannot say ~ 1.1”