“It’s almost like…like you’re tasting every word before you let it come out of your mouth.“
I am.
When I am inspired, I let words filter through my mental fingers like grains of sand, sifting them against my palm, feeling the weight of them. My will becomes the pivot upon which rests the balance of my desire.
I write sins for you the way hymns are written for the faithful.
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You will give yourself to me
cross the threshold of my gaze
and believe.