The app for independent voices
Thank you Sara da Encarnação choose any line as my first… I chose
“A broken language scattered at my feet.”
A broken language scattered at my feet
to tread these paths away from safety.
Remorse, my ever-constant bedfellow.
His greed knows no bounds.
He keeps me from articulating my needs,
my wants, my hopes…
The words—broken, damaged, defiled
litter the past of the path I’ve left behind.
No new words of joy can be found,
for life has crushed
the language I’ve loved.
I pass the nod to Miles Hack pm Tangled Words Carlos M. PancakeSushi if you want to please do
With Laura B Writing in the Shadows, sending to imi Wildwood Writer Mark Crutchfield Dorie Snow/雪多丽 Kim Williams, M.Div.
( Choose any line as your first)
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My shadow refuses straight lines.
Feb 16
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3:16 PM