and the loudman shouts over my thoughts
and the priest rejects my confessions
while his God plays poker
upon my living.
even the wisest, tallest tree
wouldn't dare belittle me
and so I make ties with the rivers
and sing with the birds
as with them I am regarded
and can wash away the hurt.
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Bethany Louise Rose
13th July 2016
@ 1:53 am
