Soul is sequestered. Hanging fruit in a forest of giants. Praying for atonement or holy alliance. Molding my bones. Soul seller, solely uncensored. Sling to be highest bidder, sold to Goliath. Liquor bottle pried in my fingers. Corroded and weathered. Like sewing a sweater, stitching holes I’m developing. Alone in his centerpiece, exhausted, but smiling.Continue reading “Stone and Ashes: How You Haunt Me”