take it from me
all of these words
and thoughts,
all of my power.
all of my capacity.
take the mediocre talents
the ridiculous wondering
the sortofyesbutno.
take the skin grafted to my bones, over the tissue and blood and sinew.
take it all, and
leave
me
nothing.
it is better this way.
YOU ARE READING
the shepherd's sword
Random[the things we dare not say aloud] the walls have faces, you know. the angels do not.
