I am a soul resisting light,…

sunburnt blisters on my surface, lying desolate in the tail winds of incessant regret as pustules of broken dreams fertilize these sprouts; wildflowers growing through holes in my consciousness, permeating my heart with this rage, chafing raw the sensual glow of flesh as it bleeds disdain to replace the longing for hindsights that manifest themselves in present time. Peace rests so fitfully today. Advertisements Continue reading I am a soul resisting light,…